<?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-3440569544887441995</id><updated>2012-01-24T22:06:18.346-08:00</updated><category term='Try Kendo'/><category term='我和你'/><category term='Moving on'/><category term='Twilight~'/><category term='Poemz'/><category term='Mashimaro'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='String Ensemble'/><category term='No Promises'/><category term='It&apos;s Fun'/><category term='It&apos;s Fun.'/><title type='text'>The Stories that were left Untold</title><subtitle type='html'>Dreams that were untold shall be revealed...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440569544887441995.post-3833488250763458803</id><published>2012-01-24T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:03:40.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='String Ensemble'/><title type='text'>A Dream come True</title><content type='html'>My first step towards becoming a better musician could not have come at a better timing than the 15/01/12 (Sunday) when I was given the chance to audition to join the Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Centre String Ensemble (KLPAC's SE). It was a nerve- wrecking experience, but I'm glad that I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with my dad's annual golf dinner with his golf kaki at Noble House. I did not attend the dinner (it was for golfers and their wives only) but my mom got to know Uncle Richard (my dad's friend) wife Aunty Ming better and mom actually talked about my constant yearning to join an orchestra of some sort. Fortunately, Auntie Ming's son was in the KLPAC String Ensemble (SE), so she managed to get me an audition appointment with them for Sunday! That night, they came back quite late so they kept the surprise for me until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DONLBYqb94/Tx-aTEazZvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Z0OF11pFSW4/s1600/logo-klpac.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DONLBYqb94/Tx-aTEazZvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Z0OF11pFSW4/s320/logo-klpac.png" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, dad was picking me up from SIS at 3.30pm like usual, when he gave me an envelope in the car saying it is for me. I opened it and was really shocked with what I found. Mom printed out almost everything she could find about KLPAC and put it in the envelope for me to read. I was a bit confused with all this, but dad told me that mom got me an audition with KLPAC SE! I was incredibly happy because I had always wanted to play music with a big group of people. In the past, I briefly joined a mini orchestra with Eric, my saxaphone buddy, but I left it due to some circumstances. I also formed the Bayan Trio with my classmates Kazuki and Bryan in SMKTD but nothing thus far could be better than joining KLPAC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practiced like hell that week, and it was kind of painful on the fingers for me as I only practice the violin once or twice a week (which makes my violin teacher angry sometimes) but I managed to pull through. I went for an extra lesson with my violin teacher just before the audition day to make sure I wouldn't make any major mistakes. To my amazement, my teacher's other student Brandon was also auditioning for KLPAC and her other student Zoe was already playing in the SE. After my extra lesson, I managed to talk to Zoe's mom while waiting for dad to pick me up from class. She gave me some pointers on what to expect and their expectations. Feeling a bit more relieved, I went home and practiced a bit more before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the day that I have been waiting for. I remember telling myself, "after today, you will become part of a great ensemble, playing with great people and having fun." I left home rather early at 2pm even though the audition time was only for 3pm. I reached there in 10 minutes and found myself in a place like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to KLPAC in Sentul several times, but it was always crowded with people waiting for shows. This time, it was unusually quiet and kind of scary, but with both my father and mother around, it didn't feel that bad. I carried my violin case exactly the same way my friend Carmen carries it, hoping it would give me some sort of confidence, since Carmen is a childhood friend of mine who was sponsored my the Singapore government to study music (violin &amp;amp; piano) in an Arts academy in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YaaHxrQv1Do/Tx-a3sCfKqI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8VrX8IUnyIY/s1600/klpacorchestra1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YaaHxrQv1Do/Tx-a3sCfKqI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8VrX8IUnyIY/s320/klpacorchestra1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;KLPAC&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to the fourth floor to find 2 violin players sleeping there. I thought they were here for auditions too, but they weren't. Then Jacklyn (KLPAC SE admin) came and got me registered. Since I was the first one there, she let me in the audition room to practice while waiting for the audition judges to arrive. I quickly took out my violin and practiced in the room. It was a scary experience, since people could see inside and watch me practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acoustics in the room was unusually good too. Even if I played &lt;i&gt;pianissimo,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;it was still rather loud. Minute by minute, more people came and registered for auditions while I practiced inside the room that I like to call a "fish bowl" because of how everyone can watch you from the outside. I felt like a &lt;i&gt;fish&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;inside. At around 2.30pm, Brandon came and said hi to me. He was really happy that I came, because he has a &lt;i&gt;kawan&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with him now, as my violin teacher puts it (he didn't know I was auditioning too, because I told my teacher not to tell him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed really fast, and it soon became 3pm. My judges came and took their places in a table in front of me. Looking back, it sort of reminds me of how participants audition for American Idol... After giving a short introduction about myself, the audition began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Allegro from Vivaldi's first movement of his &lt;i&gt;Violin Concerto in A minor&lt;/i&gt;, only to find the Japanese judge, Ota-san, cutting me off halfway, saying "play again, and keep in rhythm". This time I felt really nervous, because I was so nervous the first time that my tempo kept getting faster and faster. When I played it the second time, I kept thinking "keep in rhythm, keep in rhythm". After playing a quarter of the first movement, he said "enough, thank you". I became really anxious because he didn't let me finish the song. I later knew that this was common, because it is not possible for judges to listen to the whole song (there are too many people auditioning, and too little time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the middle judge, a girl around the same age as me that was really cute, gave me the sight- reading. (I later knew that she was the concertmaster.) I was taken aback when I saw it as it was another &lt;i&gt;Violin Concerto&lt;/i&gt; from Vivaldi, but this time it was in D Major. I was thinking, "another &lt;i&gt;Concerto&lt;/i&gt;?" After briefly looking at it for 5 seconds, I motioned to Ota- san and he gave me the hand signal to begin. I played rather smoothly, noticing the similarity between the two songs that I have just played. From the corner of my eye, I could see the three judges smiling and discussing happily. Ota-san cut me off halfway, as usual (I was sort of getting use to it) and then the left judge, a boy that looked like he finished university, discussed with the other judges about my skills and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a minute or two, the girl asked me, "can you play any 3 octave scales?" I nodded my head while saying "yes" and played the easiest 3 octave scale, G Major. It was played very smoothly, and then Ota-san smiled at the other judges and whispered something to the concertmaster. She then said, "could you play it in &lt;i&gt;staccato &lt;/i&gt;style?" I've never played any scale &lt;i&gt;staccato &lt;/i&gt;style, but I gave a nod and played it. I was really bad at this, stumbling a lot at the highest octave but managed to finish it neatly. Ota-san then said, "Thank You". I took my book with violin and walked out of the "fishbowl" room feeling relieved because it is finally over, but also tense because I don't know the results yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon came and asked me about it, so I told him about the sight-reading and scales part and he started to become panicky. Then, I went to find dad downstairs and have a drink with him while waiting for the results... Midway through the auditions, Jacklyn came and told me, &lt;b&gt;"You have been accepted to join the String Ensemble, Congratulations!"&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;At this moment, I was glad that all my hard work has finally paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C5w09Sbme0M/Tx-aTsSGmEI/AAAAAAAAAds/q68lTZSUKM4/s1600/String+Ensemble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C5w09Sbme0M/Tx-aTsSGmEI/AAAAAAAAAds/q68lTZSUKM4/s1600/String+Ensemble.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the auditions, Brandon was also accepted into the SE. Therefore, we walked into the "fishbowl", now the practice room and the previous members started taking their seats inside. The new members such as me, stood around waiting to be assigned to our seats. Then, another surprise came. Standing in front of the ensemble, Jacklyn, with her loud voice said, &lt;b&gt;"Stanley, First!" &lt;/b&gt;I was really happy to be accepted into first violin, and took my seat 3 rows behind the sectional leader and concertmaster. I was kind of sad though, that Rebecca Ong- the concertmaster- went home already. Anyways, a girl slightly older than me came and sat next to me with her music stand and the music score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Brandon wanted to sit next to me, but he was assigned Second Violin so he sat with Zoe. The other audition participants were assigned Second Violin and Third Violin, making me the only new First Violinist of the SE. It felt awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then practice started, and Ota-san took his position in front of the String ensemble as the conductor. He reminded me of an Anime character from Nodame Cantabile because of the way he looked and act. We played a Mozart piece, from the first movement to a bit of the third movement in the two hours and a half practice session. There was a 15 minutes break in between, and they celebrated the January babies and I was called to cut the cake. It was cool celebrating my birthday on the first day I join the ensemble, and I liked the chocolate cake a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice ended, I went back contended. I have finally achieved one of my life goals, but I realize now, that this is only the&lt;b&gt; first step &lt;/b&gt;of my musical career before I can become a great musician...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjC6EguCKNA/Tx-aSkrCrBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Z8VSSdpDYgw/s1600/406614_10150676672599465_804814464_12210809_1474429822_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjC6EguCKNA/Tx-aSkrCrBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Z8VSSdpDYgw/s320/406614_10150676672599465_804814464_12210809_1474429822_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ota-san and my new SE family ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Yes, Stanley is back to blogging now! Coming back from Tamil Nadu/Kerala in India and celebrating CNY in Penang both for the first time, he is still struggling with time management and his desire to excel in academics in SIS. He wishes all faithful/new readers of his a Happy Chinese New Year for the year of the Dragon. Au Revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-3833488250763458803?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/3833488250763458803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=3833488250763458803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/3833488250763458803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/3833488250763458803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2012/01/dream-come-true.html' title='A Dream come True'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DONLBYqb94/Tx-aTEazZvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Z0OF11pFSW4/s72-c/logo-klpac.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440569544887441995.post-900756791893820225</id><published>2011-10-02T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T05:25:40.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving on'/><title type='text'>Life as we Know it</title><content type='html'>To my dearest Akong who is in heaven, thank you so much for giving me so much inspiration throughout my life. I've been very down these few days, ever since the day you passed on to join Ama in heaven. I sincerely loved you, and just wanted to say "Bye Akong" for the last time. I'm sure from this day onwards, I can move on with my life and not be a burden to my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive note, I'm back my friends! Yes, I know you are reading this, Mashimaro. And of course you too Lin! Life as we know it, is rather short. Therefore, we have to make full use of our time and appreciate every moment. I guess, talking to friends could be much better than just finishing that last Functions question I could never get would be so much more beneficial! From now on, I'm going to put more emphasis on friendships and my relationships with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, this whole ordeal starting from when my grandfather was gone until now has been almost wilder than the ride I went with Fish, Gaven and Prithu in the "Lost World of Tambun" last year. I've had to do so many religious and traditional stuff I never did before just because my grandpa died, I've had to deal with my cough, flu, sneezes &amp;amp; headaches throughout this whole period, I've even had to put up a nice face when I didn't really have to! Why oh why do I put myself in so much misery, I wonder~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fUrcbHhHzZo/TohVJqGQYWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/DHIN-Eu-saY/s1600/move_on_logo_515pix1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fUrcbHhHzZo/TohVJqGQYWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/DHIN-Eu-saY/s320/move_on_logo_515pix1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(I know this is my first picture in almost a &lt;i&gt;decade&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the picture says, it is time to move on. I've been &lt;i&gt;living &lt;/i&gt;in the past for almost 2 years now. The last time I went back to SMKTD, I still found myself walking on the same corridor that I carried my violin and &lt;i&gt;my heart&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with someone. But sometimes, (actually often), the person that we once knew &lt;b&gt;WANTS&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;us to move on. Yes, I'm mentioning about &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;, and of course my dearest grandparents in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2VWEdtyMzUg/TohWUS_HefI/AAAAAAAAAdE/EDYs2PCowaY/s1600/sunset2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2VWEdtyMzUg/TohWUS_HefI/AAAAAAAAAdE/EDYs2PCowaY/s320/sunset2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes, we just have to watch the sunset go down by ourselves. Not all the time that &lt;i&gt;special someone&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;will be there to watch it with you. And you know what, &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT SUCKS!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;but we just have to live with it. I mean, its just a way of life. People are going to leave us one day, it doesn't matter whether is it now and later, they are going to leave us. And that, &lt;u&gt;is a fact&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, all of you, who have been going up and down with/for me during this past few weeks when I was down&lt;strike&gt; below recognition .&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think now, it's time to do what everybody says and simply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCBO1EGVgCk/TohXcJGLkEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/l_JkotUCcVc/s1600/moving+on.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCBO1EGVgCk/TohXcJGLkEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/l_JkotUCcVc/s320/moving+on.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P/S: I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-900756791893820225?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/900756791893820225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=900756791893820225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/900756791893820225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/900756791893820225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-as-we-know-it.html' title='Life as we Know it'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fUrcbHhHzZo/TohVJqGQYWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/DHIN-Eu-saY/s72-c/move_on_logo_515pix1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440569544887441995.post-3408565298900753085</id><published>2011-09-05T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T06:10:57.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><title type='text'>Teehee</title><content type='html'>Blogs I follow xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12019993253884418211"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/12019993253884418211&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Bryan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05427937094520199307"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/05427937094520199307&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Kiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597471875284718057"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597471875284718057&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Joycelin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05073288175454672279"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/05073288175454672279&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Siew Ling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631422170789994153"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631422170789994153&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Zheng Hao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260002044180982522"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260002044180982522&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Hin Hun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome week of holiday during the Hari Raya/Merdeka Day break. I attended the 3rd KL BB Leaders' Retreat (Sat-Sun) and HRC Youth Camp VI (Tue-Thur)! It was awesome experiences for me, and I hope I can join more of these camps. It really opened my mind to different lifestyles and helped me find out more about myself. After all, success is not about the destination, its about the journey ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-3408565298900753085?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/3408565298900753085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=3408565298900753085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/3408565298900753085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/3408565298900753085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2011/09/teehee.html' title='Teehee'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-7740451821083582228</id><published>2011-03-09T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T05:38:40.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='我和你'/><title type='text'>愿望</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;大家都说时间是一种解药，可是我觉得它是我现在服下的毒药。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;我们离开彼此都有三个月了。虽然我只是表面上“偶尔想起而已”，可是我发觉其实我是每天都想起你。当我无聊的时候，都会想起你。（Domo: 过去的就让它过去吧！作者：可是我舍不得啊。。。Domo:那是你的问题咯！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;当我回校时，我在‘bilik kaunseling’ 的楼梯差点哭了。那边的回忆，真的让我好感动！嗨。。。在试听管的歌唱比赛试听还记得吗？ （Domo：她应该忘了吧！ 作者：不!她不可能忘记！Domo: 别歉疚在过去吧！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;我并没有要求你什么，我只是想用blog 让我一个人静下来。 希望你终有一天会看到这篇‘失败’ 的文章。 （我承认，我华文退步很多，看不明文章没关系）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;～身无彩凤双飞翼，心有灵犀一点通～ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-7740451821083582228?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/7740451821083582228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=7740451821083582228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7740451821083582228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7740451821083582228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='愿望'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440569544887441995.post-8843767030722395718</id><published>2010-06-22T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:00:45.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Fun.'/><title type='text'>How I met Jessica, Kiki and Wei Bin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today ar, is super funny. 1B= Body 1st. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont read if you're not interested in stuff you think is "thinking off" or "xiang wai".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hm. I'm the narator. Kiki is the girl. Wei Bin is the boy that sits at the back of Kiki and also the person that sits next to me. Jessica is the girl that sits in front of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Story starts.....NOW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Forgot how Kiki and Wei Bin got into an arguement, but this is an extract from that arguement.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WB: then i cut off your nip*** lar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kiki: Then i cut off your d*ck lor. (laughing)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WB: then i twist your nip*** lah! (laughing)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kiki: Then i suck your blood lor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WB: I squizze your body milk lah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kiki: You go drink your own milk lah, then give to your bro and he get sick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WB: ... (everyone around us burst out laughing. All 4 of us were hysterical. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO FUNNY AND SICK.If you didn't enjoyed it, i did give a warning on the top. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-8843767030722395718?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/8843767030722395718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=8843767030722395718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/8843767030722395718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/8843767030722395718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-i-met-jessica-kiki-and-wei-bin.html' title='How I met Jessica, Kiki and Wei Bin'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440569544887441995.post-4563107240880941143</id><published>2010-05-17T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T02:18:53.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Promises'/><title type='text'>Teacher Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YAHOO! (I remember when I was in primary school, ppl will tease ppl when they use the word 'yahoo' becoz tht time Yahoo! Messenger was popular, but now when I do tht I get weird stares like O.o or =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today was fun day man. I finally fulfill my dream to perform on teachers day! xD (i've had this dream since primary 6) It was a spectacular moment, and I'm grateful to Kazuki Ishibashi (Pianist) and Bryan Teh Yeong Yeow (Celloist) for performing with me 2 songs~ Hyoukai and Tong Hua 童话! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We were after the form 2 run devil run dance performance. I went up the stage wif my baby violin. Lance said something discouraging but I didn't care. After kazu introduced the 2 songs, then "1..2..3.. start!" We started playing Hyoukai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For once, I admit I was slightly nervous compared to last time when I was really full of confidence. Pressure on me leh! I wanted to fulfill my dream, and now I get the chance to fulfill it le. (罗嗦)Hyoukai is the sad song that made Charn Chuen sad &amp;amp; almost want to cry, so I must master the piece so I can make him cry always! hehe. I played softly because I realized I forgot to tighten my bow! I was like "OMG!" but my facial expression didn't change la. Then before I knew it, the song ended...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"The next song is 童话 (Tong Hua), if any of you know how to sing it, please sing with us." I said while trying not to stutter on my words. This time I couldn't play softly le, because I'm the main melody T.T pity me, cant bow properly because of a stupid mistake T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After we repeated the chorus, we realized there were people clapping wif us! I remembered it so clearly because I smiled instantly and played with more passion. So 感动(Touching)! then I started to hear people singing from the audience, or perhaps it was my imagination~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We ended the song and once again I went to the mike and say "On behalf of 3Bayan, we would like to wish all teachers...Happy Teachers' Day!" We bowed and left the stage. The audience gave us support by clapping like it was a thunderstorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This year's Teachers' Day was a good experience for me. I hope next year we can perform again! Of course that time, we would perform a different set of songs and maybe include higher grade songs like Csardas-Monti perhaps? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-4563107240880941143?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/4563107240880941143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=4563107240880941143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/4563107240880941143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/4563107240880941143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2010/05/teacher-day.html' title='Teacher Day'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440569544887441995.post-729405438611587632</id><published>2010-05-07T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T04:06:06.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Fun'/><title type='text'>Private Blog</title><content type='html'>This is not my blog which I update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna join my private blog, I will giv u a freebie. It's address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiddenviolin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.hiddenviolin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact me if you wanna get invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of making it public again, but then again I haven't made up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-729405438611587632?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/729405438611587632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=729405438611587632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/729405438611587632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/729405438611587632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2010/05/private-blog.html' title='Private Blog'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-4973166688285378521</id><published>2010-02-18T22:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:12:53.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><title type='text'>New Layouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey guys, I have remade all my blog names! wakaka. So this will be my main public blog (just ignore all the previous posts) and I hope you all like GREEN! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Blog- &lt;a href="http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (Secondary blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The links to my other blogs are:&lt;br /&gt;1. *My Personal Blog- &lt;a href="http://hiddenviolin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hiddenviolin.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. *My Really Old Blog- &lt;a href="http://dreamsareuntold.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dreamsareuntold.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My Game Blog- &lt;a href="http://blasttheblaster.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blasttheblaster.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I have a few blogs that I am a member in:&lt;br /&gt;1. Edrick and I- &lt;a href="http://bandpeople.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bandpeople.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 1B '08- &lt;a href="http://1bayan-secret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://1bayan-secret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Requires Permission.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading these blogs, so I hope you all will too!&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://eowjialiang.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://eowjialiang.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://strivingforeloquence.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://strivingforeloquence.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So here I wish you all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BLOGGING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&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/3440569544887441995-4973166688285378521?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/4973166688285378521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=4973166688285378521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/4973166688285378521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/4973166688285378521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-layouts.html' title='New Layouts'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-1833603738167663510</id><published>2009-09-30T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:19:30.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mashimaro'/><title type='text'>Finale to Mashimaro-chan</title><content type='html'>Xinyun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really I'm too perfect and you are too dumb? You say "sry" to me lots of times, but now you finally understand what I'm trying to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;マシマロ Mashimaro&lt;br /&gt;i noe is me betrayed u.. but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stan-&lt;br /&gt;but?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;マシマロ Mashimaro&lt;br /&gt;juz oni u too perfect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;マシマロ Mashimaro&lt;br /&gt;so i realize me nt suitable 4 u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stan-&lt;br /&gt;i too perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;マシマロ Mashimaro&lt;br /&gt;so i choose leaving u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;マシマロ Mashimaro&lt;br /&gt;me nt suitable 4 u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;マシマロ Mashimaro&lt;br /&gt;u no nid waste any ur time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;マシマロ Mashimaro&lt;br /&gt;我不想你后悔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;マシマロ Mashimaro&lt;br /&gt;我不会让你选择我的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;マシマロ Mashimaro&lt;br /&gt;因为你选择我后你永远都会后悔...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hem, but we are still Friends! =) Friends4Ever~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song very nice:&lt;br /&gt;陶喆 David Tao 2009 最新大碟＜69樂章＞暗戀MV HQ Version (楊謹華Cheryl Yang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm not 暗戀-ing anyone now. Just the lyric and music very yeng. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-1833603738167663510?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/1833603738167663510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=1833603738167663510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/1833603738167663510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/1833603738167663510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2009/09/finale-to-mashimaro-chan.html' title='Finale to Mashimaro-chan'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-1374154235724327506</id><published>2009-09-30T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:13:07.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mashimaro'/><title type='text'>Last Post to Mashimaro-chan</title><content type='html'>Ano... Konbangwa Mashimaro-chan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konichiwa! Watashi Stanley-kun des. I'm writing to you for the last time. I will explain it all soon. Just be happy and let's live our lives to the fullest. All our promises can be treated as it never happened. I'm just a bit dissapointed we will never play the sishouliantan together... FYI, I was actually really looking forward to that.. But never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember clearly the time we were together. I would always &lt;em&gt;ponteng&lt;/em&gt; tugas and go find you when school finished and wait near the counselling room there. We would walk together there and chat about the things that happened to the both of us. Occasionally I also had to skip recess tugas to meet up with you.. I remember it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last best thing that happened to us was Hari Koko. It was the first time I spent one whole day in school with someone just &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;merayau-rayau&lt;/em&gt; around the school. Eventhough I had to do my duty at the Prefects, Chess and PRS, I still managed to forget about all of them for this one day- Hari Koko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything really started at 9.15am. The performances were over and so was your duty. So we started to go visit le lo! You said you were hungry so we went to find food. We bought the Prefects nuggets and their chocolate fountain's marshmellow. We shared them happily of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating, we met Hwu Ning and Kiki. Kiki understood what I wanted so she brought Hwu Ning somewhere else. Actually, it was pretty much an awkward situation. I meeting up with my ex-gf while I'm dating my current gf. It must have been like a million needles poking your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to get a drink. TianMei made us a "love couples drink". She ask we want 1 straw or 2 straw, you said "2 straw of course!" Then in the end, we both also drink each other d straw le. In a way is like an &lt;em&gt;indirect kiss&lt;/em&gt;. I payed for it then we went with our drink to visit other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was at this moment, karhui passed by. He said wanted to lend you for a while, so of course I let lo. He was your kor at that time anyway. What you guys talk about was library d things, so I also don't care. After that, we went to watch the chinese singing competition le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, you told me you forgot to bring your ticket! =.=" It cost rm3 d leh, but nvm la I thought. So we bought rm1 d 2 tickets and go in and watch a while. After that, you said sien so we went to see the games store. Then here something important happened le lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the computer club d "Liang's Goldfish Store". We use all our money there to catch d fishy! You still love d fishy so much at that time I rmb. They damn cute you said. So we had to catch d fish using only a tissue paper! We help each other so we can catch many many. We caught 8, then give 2 to Angela and split 3 and 3 with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy we got the fishy le, you can put it in your empty fish aquarium! Along the way, we pass by Chinese society selling things. At that time I got rm1 so i buy d pink keychain for you to keep le. Then you had to go so I bring you to go find your friend then we went our ways le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I went to go watch the chinese singing competition show again. Zheng Hao got 4th, better than last year leh! Last year he got 5th, this year got 4th, next year get 3rd mayb? haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that our magical Hari Koko ended. Then after this magical day, everything went downhill. I was shocked about karhui's sudden confession, but I actually knew this day would come one day. What I did not expect however, was a girl who couldn't make up her mind and heart to choose who she actually wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for the both of you seriously. Just, I'm going to back off. I know it's so anti-climax to the previous post, but I have made up my mind. The Xinyun I knew would never treat me or anybody like this. This is a new Xinyun that I don't recognize. If the old Xinyun is going to come back, then I might try to win her heart again. But it isn't going to happen eh, Hin Hun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am to wish you two happy always together. I want to leave, you know is very simple. I'm so dumb I didn't know that you changed to a different person I don't recognize. However, it's all the past now. If you want my present and future, forget my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is most probably going to be the last post to you, mashimaro. If you ever find out one day that you made a horrible mistake, remember that I was waiting for you. But not anymore. No, I'm moving on~ So here I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Past&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishiteru No Anata ga daisuki desu Mashimaro-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Present&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomenasai No Arigato Kosaimasta Mashimaro-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara, Gan Hin Hun-san.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Xinyun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempai,&lt;br /&gt;Stanley-kun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-1374154235724327506?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/1374154235724327506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=1374154235724327506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/1374154235724327506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/1374154235724327506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-post-to-mashimaro-chan.html' title='Last Post to Mashimaro-chan'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-3240562362689468279</id><published>2009-09-24T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:52:50.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mashimaro'/><title type='text'>3rd Post to Mashimaro-chan</title><content type='html'>Dear Mashimaro-chan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, just now I can chat with both you and serph-kun together! Very fun oh, although only half an hour chat time only... Hehe, really long time haven't talk to you le, kinda make me miss you even more now that you went to sleep already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember the first time you chatted with me on MSN? It was on the 6th of April. That time we did not know each other much, but after we chat for more than 2 hours.. We become very close le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out that our birthday almost the same, we both like Jay Chou and also what you think I will also think de. Actually, it sounds very cute now that I remember it.. haha~ You said I'm funny like serph-kun and we both laughed. I really enjoyed that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week, I went to check many places and found out who you are and many things. I remember on the 8th of April you called my handphone (after u get my number from serph-kun) to ask whether I send people to check on you! Hahaha, actually how I check is really easy d... But it's better it stay as a Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I got your number from Mingkai-kun also. For one week, we chat chat chat and talk about many things... Then suddenly on the 13th, I suddenly realised I falled for you le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, on the same day you ask me whether I got gf or not. From that moment, I realize that you also got a bit like me too. So the next day, you asked me to be your bf and the magic happened, we became a couple le! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory still is as clear as yesterday for me. I wonder if you still remember it? I don't think so, so many things have happen over the past month. Whenever it comes to things with you, I seem to have no trouble remembering it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, doesn't matter if you remember or not, the most important thing is that I'm saying it. You probably guessed it by now, I'm not going to back-off, I'm going to continue to fight until the end. And believe me, it's not the end. In fact, the war just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Dreamz,&lt;br /&gt;Stanley-kun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-3240562362689468279?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/3240562362689468279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=3240562362689468279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/3240562362689468279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/3240562362689468279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2009/09/3rd-post-to-mashimaro-chan.html' title='3rd Post to Mashimaro-chan'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-3339083976344195522</id><published>2009-09-20T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:30:52.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mashimaro'/><title type='text'>2nd Post to Mashimaro-chan</title><content type='html'>Dear Mashimaro-chan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're fine. It's been very boring (&lt;em&gt;sien) &lt;/em&gt;without you. 2nd kor told mii that you balik kampung edi, so I also less online le and read more book. I still remember you said, you lik to wake up and read book d in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also wen your mom go to send your mei to school tht time, you will pretend to sleep d! Hahaha, but sometimes still got your mom found out then call u do housework le. Then after your family all left le, you will secretly online for a while... Then when you hear your mom d car come back, then u will quickly turn off everything and go sleep again right..? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time ah, really funn d. I will wake up at 6.55am, brush my teeth and wash face then get ready to call you at 7.10am. Sometimes I need to wait a while d la, you know how scared I am when have to wait? I actually scared that another person pick up d fone... Now I think of it, I am reli stupid d... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we will chat for half an hour, sometimes more than 1 hour timm! We every day wish your mom go pasar, so will come back later so we can chat longer. eh, remember the first time I call you, we chat for more than 4 hours? I still remember... So Shuang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is enough le for today. When you come back from your hometown in Seremban, remember online so we can chat more together! I really thinking of youu when you are not around. Hope you also will think of me d la... But hope only la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wont forget euu,&lt;br /&gt;Stanley-kun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-3339083976344195522?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/3339083976344195522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=3339083976344195522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/3339083976344195522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/3339083976344195522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2009/09/2nd-post-to-mashimaro-chan.html' title='2nd Post to Mashimaro-chan'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-7918574999562482730</id><published>2009-09-18T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T05:48:09.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mashimaro'/><title type='text'>1st Post to Mashimaro-chan</title><content type='html'>Dear Mashimaro-chan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? I'm okay I think, every day still thinking of sum things... You still remember the first movie I lent you to watch? Yeah, I've been watching it a lot. the si shou lian tan very yeng right? I remember we said we wanna play it together one day, but dono still got the chance or not wo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said this lots of time, but if you need me, I'm always here. I'm your bro remember? KarHui is d 2nd kor, den MingKai is d 3rd kor, den euu is d mei! =) Sounds like a happy family... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day, I keep thinking. I don't want you to be sad, so I chose to leave. However, now you seem even more sad den last time, so I wanna come back. You don't need to say "no", because wad you think is wad I think too. We know each other too well edi... haiz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are still very confuse, but when you make up your mind, I hope you will choose me. But if you think I'm not the one, I will also still be happy if I'm just your kor. The truth is, I still think of you a lot. Every time I play luxiaoyu on Piano, I think of so many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the singing competition? It was so long ago, but it seemed like it was just yesterday. We were the youngest couple there! Although we didn't reli win, still we had fun rite? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, still got a lot of things, but never mind it first la. I hope you will online soon, if not I will miss you more. A lot of people care about you, including me and my other 2 kor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miz euu,&lt;br /&gt;Stanley-kun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-7918574999562482730?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/7918574999562482730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=7918574999562482730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7918574999562482730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7918574999562482730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-post-to-mashimaro-chan.html' title='1st Post to Mashimaro-chan'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-6214987807787366129</id><published>2009-04-09T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:03:38.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mashimaro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mashimaro96.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.mashimaro96.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mashimaro1996.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mashimaro1996.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260002044180982522"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260002044180982522&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long no this feeling leh, like a fire burning my soul~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-6214987807787366129?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/6214987807787366129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=6214987807787366129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/6214987807787366129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/6214987807787366129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2009/04/mashimaro.html' title='Mashimaro'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-2021276588860079671</id><published>2008-11-07T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:44:15.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemz'/><title type='text'>Edited Barney Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAH... So long didn't update leh~ I start with Poems first la =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st, My classmates (Jessica Phang) and her friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made an "Edited Barney Song" for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Change from:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" I LOVE YOU , YOU LOVE ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE ARE HAPPY FAMILY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; WITH A BIG KISS N A HUG FOR YOU N ME &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BARNEY SAYS HE LOVE ME TOO "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Become like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; " I love you , you love me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's go out and kill &lt;em&gt;Stanley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; with the shot gun bang bang &lt;em&gt;Stanley&lt;/em&gt; on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; no more &lt;em&gt;Stanley Chia Leng Hon&lt;/em&gt; " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see? My classmates reli love me a lot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love me a lot until made a song for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*So Touching...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah! Still got Ms Rona angry that time made d poem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a job to be done by four friends,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody thought that Somebody would do it.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody thought that Anybody would do it.&lt;br /&gt;In the end Nobody did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Understand mou? Don't understand go &lt;em&gt;baca&lt;/em&gt; buku la =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No la, can ask me, I slowly explain to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I warn you, I charge de!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 lychee drink per lesson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then... Still got my MapleStory best friend (JessJie) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give to me d poem! Veri Touching~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always long for your smiles&lt;br /&gt;I know then you are happy&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at me, seen for a mile&lt;br /&gt;Changing my mood from grumpy to cheery&lt;br /&gt;I long for a listener; probably you&lt;br /&gt;To load all my frustrations upon&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, well, I really do&lt;br /&gt;You always lend me your shoulder to lean on&lt;br /&gt;However high the mountain&lt;br /&gt;However deep the sea&lt;br /&gt;I see your face of concern&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always long for your smile&lt;br /&gt;That tells me you are happy&lt;br /&gt;Obstacles that come aplenty&lt;br /&gt;Won’t easily erase your smile&lt;br /&gt;The problems you face with me, you can always share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may not be a good counselor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can be a good listener&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see, so touching rite? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, I stop here first~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next week onli continue with MY POEMS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-2021276588860079671?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/2021276588860079671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=2021276588860079671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/2021276588860079671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/2021276588860079671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/11/edited-barney-song.html' title='Edited Barney Song'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-7631322757504789092</id><published>2008-08-24T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:09:36.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight~'/><title type='text'>Twilight Series</title><content type='html'>OKOK, I know I haven't been the best of authors recently by not putting up chapters here anymore, its just that the characters seem to be wanting to go different ways after the last chapter &gt;&lt; I will try to compromise with them soon enough I hope. (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, I would just to mention that a few books/series have caught my eyes. They are really awesome books, so please read them if you get the chance to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Twilight&lt;br /&gt;-New Moon&lt;br /&gt;-Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;-Breaking Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/&lt;/a&gt;  is her website, go there and check out the first chapters of every book! xD&lt;br /&gt;Truly these are good books, I'd say better than Harry Potter. Definitely better. Just a reminder that these books are under the &lt;em&gt;young adult&lt;/em&gt; section so if you're not, you probably wouldn't enjoy it as much as I do... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please take note of these books and I hope to be able to end this argument between my characters... T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-7631322757504789092?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/7631322757504789092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=7631322757504789092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7631322757504789092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7631322757504789092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-series.html' title='Twilight Series'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-3368625915997493084</id><published>2008-06-15T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:15:32.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English MYE</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm back after a long break. The break was mainly because of my MYE (Mid-Year Examinations). Although I only got 91 for English, I managed to get the highest in the whole form 1!&lt;br /&gt;Just if you guys don't think I'm good, I will just post my answers for the exam here. ^^ Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English Mid-Year Examination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Section A&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18, Lorong Taman Pantai 3,&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Pantai, 59100,&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello cousin Esmond!&lt;br /&gt;            On the 1st of April 2008, my school friends and I attended a very interesting English-in-camp programme. The programme was organized by my school’s English Society during the mid-semester holidays. It was fun, so I decided to write you a letter about it.&lt;br /&gt;            On the first day of the camp, my friends and I registered ourselves at 9.30a.m. After an hour of waiting, the roll-call took place. After that, a session called “knowing Me, Knowing You” took place. It was a session to get to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;            At 12.30p.m. , we had a lunch break. After a scrumptious lunch, there was an opening ceremony for the guest-of-honour. To our amazement, it was the State Education Director! There were rumours in the camp that he would come, but I never expected it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;            From 5.00 p.m. until 7.00p.m. , we relaxed and played games. The games we played were badminton, netball and football.&lt;br /&gt;            At 7.00p.m. , we had another delicious dinner. After dinner, there was still a lot of food left. I was confused because the cook just kept putting more food. Then, my friend Andrew told me, “This is supper!”&lt;br /&gt;            The next day, we had to wake up early to do physical exercise for an hour. It was very tiring, but after that we had a good breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;            After breakfast, we had a treasure hunt. We were divided into five groups. After the fun treasure hunt, we had a morning break followed by an English Language Quiz. Next, we had a prize giving ceremony. Our team won the treasure hunt. Lastly, we had a closing ceremony and had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;            During the camp, we had some camp rules. They were speak English at all times, keep the camp site and facilities clean, be punctual for programmes, take part in all activities and lastly be courteous and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;            I hope you have enjoyed reading my letter. I hope to receive a letter back from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Chia&lt;br /&gt;(320 words)&lt;br /&gt;(27/30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Section B&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Breakfast is the most important meal of the day because it jump-starts our body. Breakfast make us energized as well. Apart from that, breakfast will make us concentrate more both physically and mentally. A reason why people skip breakfast is because they do not have time to eat. Also, some people would rather sleep than eat. (60 words) 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Section C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The synopsis of the story The Pencil by Ali Majod is about two boys who fought each other. The boys’ names were Zahid and Dolah. The class monitor told Mr Jamal, the teacher on duty that day. The boys explained that the reason that they fought was over a pencil. When Mr Jamal asked Dolah to go take the pencil, Dolah seized the chance to carve his initial ‘D’ on the pencil. When Mr Jamal asked them to show their evidence, Dolah managed to show his initial on the pencil. Therefore, Mr Jamal hit Zahid using a rottan three times. After that incident, Zahid pushed Dolah until he fell. Mr Jamal punished Zahid by pincing his stomach. Later than day, Zahid felt feverish. He didn’t go to school for three days. When he went back to school, he was not the same Zahid as before. He bought a pocketknife and used it to stab Dolah. This was a serious offence and Zahid was sent to the principal’s office. The principal, Mr Berahim, was very kind to Zahid. Zahid told him everything he did. After that, Mr Berahim asked Dolah to come and see him. Dolah confessed that it was him who stole the pencil. Mr Berahim advised Mr Jamal about that matter. From that day onwards, Zahid went back to his normal self again. (9/10)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Total= Paper 1 (39/40) + Paper 2 (43/50) *100%= 91/100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha, that's probably the reason my friends say that my essays are interesting to read. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-3368625915997493084?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/3368625915997493084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=3368625915997493084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/3368625915997493084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/3368625915997493084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/06/english-mye.html' title='English MYE'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-7594279341979627189</id><published>2008-05-12T04:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T04:47:42.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Promises'/><title type='text'>Let's Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>We have finally came to our first Interlude of the story.&lt;br /&gt;According to WordWeb, Interlude means: A brief show (music or dance etc) inserted between the sections of a longer performance or An intervening period or episode.&lt;br /&gt;After the Interlude, the story might change a little, for the good or the bad.&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, celebrating with my bottle of Coca-cola Light also known as Diet Coke. Thinking hardly of what to write next.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, my next chapter will be out by June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-7594279341979627189?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/7594279341979627189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=7594279341979627189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7594279341979627189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7594279341979627189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-celebrate.html' title='Let&apos;s Celebrate!'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-6137446443914992273</id><published>2008-05-12T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T04:43:18.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unrequited Love- Chapter 8 Interlude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m bored.” Zach said. They have been watching the traditional dances for the past 1 and a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I am too. However, the results are coming in half an hour… We should just stay around here. Besides, one of the juniors told me that group Waltz For You was scolded by Ms. Ang for playing basketball just now.” Jennifer replied.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s good news! Ha-ha, I hope the judges cut off some of their marks!”&lt;br /&gt;“However, our dance wasn’t perfect you know.”&lt;br /&gt;“We did try our best though.”&lt;br /&gt;Two voices joined the conversation. To their amazement, it was Cody and Cheryl. They seemed to have heard Zach and Jennifer talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;“So, I guess both of you guys are together then?” Cody said teasingly.&lt;br /&gt;“Um…” Zach couldn’t think of anything to reply.&lt;br /&gt;“We might be, but that is none of your business.” Jennifer replied angrily.&lt;br /&gt;“Ha-ha, we were just teasing you guys. Don’t take it seriously.” Cheryl said.&lt;br /&gt;“Then how about you guys? Are you guys in a relationship?” Zach asked the both of them. It seemed to be like revenge for him and Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;“No, I am willing to be in one, but I’m not very sure if Cheryl wants to be in one.” Cody replied.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, are you really sure now?”&lt;br /&gt;“Positive. Hey, where did Jennifer and Cheryl go?”&lt;br /&gt;Both of them looked around themselves. Jennifer and Cheryl were missing.&lt;br /&gt;‘Now where would they go?’ Zach thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;‘I hope Cheryl is alright…’ Cody whispered to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Back in the auditorium, the 5 judges were preparing the results for the auditions. They couldn’t seem to make up their decisions. Both teams were equally good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-6137446443914992273?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/6137446443914992273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=6137446443914992273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/6137446443914992273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/6137446443914992273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/05/chapter-8.html' title='Chapter 8'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-7984574799337557862</id><published>2008-04-18T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:24:06.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Internet line got hit by a tree (It's true) so i couldn't post anything! No runescape, maplestory, etc... So bad. This chapter was recently written, so I couldn't remember all of the characters names, so i just used their titles...&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least, most of them.&lt;br /&gt;I got 1 special rule to these stories, no comments, no new chapters. MUAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;See you when I get a comment or more.xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-7984574799337557862?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/7984574799337557862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=7984574799337557862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7984574799337557862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7984574799337557862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/04/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440569544887441995.post-8967946671396670246</id><published>2008-04-18T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:09:13.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Unrequited Love- Chapter 7 Showdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Student’s please sit down, the audition between group Waltz For You and Remix is about to begin.” Miss Seow announced using the microphone. The big crowd of students started to take their seats in the big auditorium. The program was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30a.m. – Start of the audition&lt;br /&gt;9.00a.m. - Waltz For You&lt;br /&gt;9.30a.m. - Remix&lt;br /&gt;10.00a.m. - Other traditional dances……&lt;br /&gt;12.00 noon - Results&lt;br /&gt;1.00p.m. - End of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dancers of Waltz For You and Remix prepared themselves for the audition, the school band performed a few songs to entertain the students and judges. The songs were called “Arabian Dreams”, “King of the Road”, “Sock Hop Tonight” and a new song called “The Great Locomotive Race”. It was from a Disney movie, so many students liked that song a lot. Apart from the seniors, they were more into High School Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            At 9.00a.m. Waltz For You started their dance. It was a dance that consists of Waltz, Latin and Hip Hop. Each of the dances was with 4 songs, at 10 minutes each. The crowd was really content with their performance. They received a loud applause from the crowd too. This made the group “Remix” feel nervous. The leader of the group quickly called for a backup plan. They decided to use the guys of the Latin dance to dance a simple hip-hop dance with the help of two of the girls. Not that many people were there to help. Luckily Zach stayed on with the Latin guys and helped with his handstand and shuffling. He would be the main person for the hip-hop, according to his girlfriend which is also the group leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Next is the group “Remix”. Please enjoy it.” Ms. Seow said.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay guys and gals, it’s finally our turn. Whether we win it or not, we are still a team. We must give it our best.” Jennifer said.&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s do it then.” The whole group said in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Zach gave the signal to the music controller guy-Brandon- to start the music. And so they started…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            While Remix was dancing, Waltz For You was happily playing basketball on the basketball court. The discipline teacher- Ms. Ang- just happened to be walking along there. As it was prohibited to use the basketball court without a teacher present, she went forward and scolded the group.&lt;br /&gt;“What is the meaning of this? All your friends are inside the auditorium, while you are here playing basketball? I’m going to report this to your class teacher. Now, go back to the auditorium at once!” Ms. Ang said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;The group slowly walked back to the auditorium, feeling pissed off at Ms. Ang.&lt;br /&gt;‘She clearly is a very annoying teacher…’ The group leader thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Back in the auditorium, Remix was feeling relax doing their dance. Everything was going as planned. When they finished, they received a rather louder applause than Waltz For You. After that, the other traditional dances were held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the groups named Remix and Waltz For You was feeling nervous. What could happen next? Will it be Remix or Waltz For You that will be chosen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-8967946671396670246?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/8967946671396670246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=8967946671396670246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/8967946671396670246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/8967946671396670246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/04/chapter-7.html' title='Chapter 7'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-6684734599634658358</id><published>2008-03-27T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:27:50.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Unrequited Love- Chapter 6 Clue-less&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            On Monday, the music teacher- Miss Seow- Announced that the children’s day and Graduation Day have dances that is going to be performed by std.6 students. She also said that if anyone has a group of at least 6 people, then they can audition for the dance. However, only 1 modern dance will be allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            There were 2 dance groups vying for the modern dance. 1 from class 6S and 1 from class 6C. Both the classes were good academically and in sports. However, students of 6S are usually boastful, making most of the students of 6C to hate them. Zach and his friends was from 6C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So they started. Everyday, they would practice from 7.30am until 10.30am. After which, they would go back to class and study. Both teams were improving day by day. However, students of 6S recruited the great dancers from class 6R. When students of 6C knew, they were really shocked and angry. They decided to recruit some quite decent dancers from class 6J and 6K. 6R was the class for all the choir and band members that doesn’t get very good results academically wise. 6J and 6K were also known as the “gangsters” class. However, class 6C took their chances with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Before the showdown between class 6S and class 6C, there was a week of holiday. Before the holidays, class 6S and class 6C gave in their group names and group member names. Class 6S and Class 6C group names were Waltz For You and Remix respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            During the holidays, both teams practice hard. Sometimes, they would practice for the whole day. They tried very hard to perfect all the moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean you quit?” The group leader of Remix asked.&lt;br /&gt;“We can never be able to beat Waltz For You. Their class usually beats us.” The “gangsters” of the group answered.&lt;br /&gt;“We have no confidence in beating them at all.” Another group member answered.&lt;br /&gt;“It will be a tough battle and we don’t want to get our reputation dropped.” Another answered.&lt;br /&gt;“But we spent so much time training together! You can’t give up! We must fight to the end!” Group leader Jennifer answered.&lt;br /&gt;“Our decision is final. I’m sure you can do without us.” The hip-hop dancers said and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK! That’s enough for today.” The group leader of Waltz For You said.&lt;br /&gt;“I wonder how Remix is doing.” A dancer asked.&lt;br /&gt;“They are probably slacking because they can’t beat us.” Another dancer replied. They both laughed loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            What would happen on the showdown between the two highly respected groups? Will Remix be able to get through this obstacle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-6684734599634658358?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/6684734599634658358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=6684734599634658358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/6684734599634658358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/6684734599634658358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/03/chapter-6.html' title='Chapter 6'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-6079319334893546049</id><published>2008-03-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:17:44.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Try Kendo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Fun.'/><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>Exams were tough, but now I'm back blogging. Which is quite good, except I stopped writing for a very long time. I usually suddenly get all these ideas when it's exam time, then I forgot where I wrote down all these great ideas i thought of. Which is quite pissing me off. My kai mei called me 3 days in a row leh, somemore is my EXAM time leh. At least good la, I didn't study so hard. And also help me stay AWAKE when I study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self. Don't sleep after 12am, coz you will wake up in the morning and be late for piano! lol&lt;br /&gt;I don't practice much now, but I am looking very forward to playing the drums again in BB! Yay! But first, I gotta get my marching well, coz I'm gonna have to march on sports day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN this chapter, well, you should just read on to find out. Something is going to happen, very soon. And erm, I might be posting a bit late, because my internet usually gives me problem, well, MOST of the time. Komenasai! So be a bit patient for the next one! Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-6079319334893546049?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/6079319334893546049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=6079319334893546049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/6079319334893546049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/6079319334893546049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/03/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-7239880817598573303</id><published>2008-03-10T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:11:49.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>Unrequited Love- Chapter 5 Decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Zach’s party started at 2pm, but many came at 4pm. Only HJ, Cody, Andrew, Jennifer, Avienne, YH and Jazreel came at 2pm. While waiting for everyone to arrive, they played a card game called big two. Andrew’s luck was really good that day and won all the rounds except one. The winner of each round of big two could dare the loser with the most cards to do anything. Andrew was “bullying: them badly, by daring the losers to do all sorts of wacky things. Some included hugging someone of the opposite sex, dancing Latin with someone of the same sex, crawling on the floor like a turtle and so on. When Andrew lost a game, the winner- Cody chose to dare Andrew to do 100 push-ups. He must have felt really tired. It was definitely great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            At 4pm, everyone invited to the party came. Firstly, they played ping-pong. They played the “king” version of it which means everyone takes turns to defeat the King. To defeat the King, you will have to win three games in a row against the king. Then, you will become the King. ‘Ping-pong master’ Chung Han became the King very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            After 2 hours of interesting ping-pong matches, they had a water fight. This time, the boys trashed the girls with water as there were more boys. The girls were soaking wet and made Zach’s house floor really wet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            After a delicious dinner, they played “Ghost” again. This time, it was more fun because there were more people and Zach’s room was bigger than Jennifer’s room. At 9pm, all of Zach’s friends left except for HJ, Cody and Andrew because they were sleeping over at Zach’s house. When Jennifer was leaving, Zach followed her to her car. While walking there, they talked about the party too.&lt;br /&gt;“Today was very fun Zach; hope you organize another party soon.” Jennifer said softly. She didn’t want them to be heard by their friends, as nobody knew about their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I will definitely organize another party, if you want me to, that is.” He replied jokingly. He always fulfilled any wish Jennifer wanted him to do.&lt;br /&gt;“OK then. I love you forever.” Jennifer said and gave him a bear hug.&lt;br /&gt;“I love you too.” He replied happily.&lt;br /&gt;Zach reached forward to kiss her, but she pushed him away.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t rush it too soon.” She said teasingly.&lt;br /&gt;“OK, I will wait for you then.” He said truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;“By the way, did you know that on Children’s day and Graduation day we can perform a dance?&lt;br /&gt;“Oh really, I heard the rumours about it, but I didn’t think it was true. Anyway, are you planning to organize a dance?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I was. We could find some hip-hop dancers to dance Hip-hop, then we could find a few girls and boys to dance Latin.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh ok. If you need my help, just tell me. I will always be there for you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Actually I want you to join in.”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you serious?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah! Could you do that for me, please?” She said while smiling.&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever.” He said unhappily. He wasn’t too keen on doing it.&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks! See you in school!” She replied and jogged off to her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            She must be kidding me right? I hate dancing! No way am I going to be useful in it if I don’t like doing it at all. Zach thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             What’s going to happen next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-7239880817598573303?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/7239880817598573303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=7239880817598573303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7239880817598573303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7239880817598573303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/03/chapter-5.html' title='Chapter 5'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-2724224544905538092</id><published>2008-02-27T03:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:41:10.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short notice</title><content type='html'>wahh.... Haven'tblogged for so long... almost forgot how to blog already...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, This chapter is mainly about PARTIES~! I love them so much (LOVE)&lt;br /&gt;It's also a small chapter in my life, something I don't want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Bleach! Go . hack (dot hack)! Go Dear Boys! Go Yakitake-Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-2724224544905538092?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/2724224544905538092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=2724224544905538092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/2724224544905538092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/2724224544905538092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/02/short-notice.html' title='Short notice'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-7844105871551867143</id><published>2008-02-27T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:38:30.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Unrequited Love- Chapter 4 Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            After a very short week, it’s finally Saturday. The day Jennifer was having her party. HJ and Cody came to Zach’s house first as they wanted to go together. Zach wanted to give Jennifer a necklace so he put some stationery into a plastic bag along with the necklace. On the stationery he wrote: From HJ and Cody. On the box that he put the necklace he wrote: From your bf, Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            They reached there at 4p.m. They were the first few that arrived at Jennifer’s house. Cheryl came soon after they came. While Cheryl, HJ and Cody were watching TV, Jennifer was preparing drinks for them with Zach’s help. They talked freely while preparing the drinks, it was almost like they were real couples together. They both felt very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Their friends arrived soon after. They watched a movie called “Just follow Law”. It was hilarious. Especially because the main actor is Singapore’s Phuah Chu Kang! Many of the girls sat around the cute HJ. He must have felt really happy. Cody felt really jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Next, they played badminton. Since Jennifer’s house didn’t have a proper badminton court, they played on the very dangerous road. Luckily, it was a Sunday, so there weren’t many cars. In the end, HJ and YH won the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            After that, they played water balloons. Everyone was throwing water balloons at each other. The girls owned the guys as the guys were outnumbered. The guys were wet than the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            After everyone changed their clothes, they ate dinner. Dinner was really simple yet delicious. As there was much food, everyone had to carry food out from the kitchen to the dining table. Zach and Cody carried the heavy food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            While eating, they watched another movie called “High School Musical 2”. As everyone felt that it was boring, they didn’t watch the whole movie. Instead, they played the famous card game called “Big 2”. As they bet secretly, many people lost their money. However, the amount they lost was at most RM8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            At 9pm, they played a game called “Ghost”. It was a new game the girls made up. It must be played in darkness. The rule is to catch someone while you are blindfolded. After you caught someone, you have to say their name. If their name is correct, then he/she becomes the “catcher”. If their name is wrong, then the game continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It was really fun playing “Ghost”. As HJ was shorter than some of the girls, he often got squished by them. It was really loud too, as some of the girls screamed when they got caught. Luckily the neighbours didn’t come to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            After Jennifer gave everyone their party packer, the boys left. Before leaving, Zach gave Jennifer the plastic bag that he put all the gifts for Jennifer. As the boys were walking out of the house, the boys could hear the girls screaming loudly.&lt;br /&gt;“What happened?” HJ and Cody asked Zach in unison.&lt;br /&gt;“No idea.” Zach replied happily. He knew the reason and the reason was worth the screaming. Needless to say, it was the necklace that he gave Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            HJ and Cody stayed over at Zach’s house that night. After Zach turned off his house security alarm secretly, the three of them played Maple Story together. They did Party Quests together. At 1a.m. they went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Exactly a week after Jennifer’s party, it was Zach’s turn to have a party. Zach invited more boys and fewer girls. The boys planned everything well and hopefully, better than Jennifer’s party. However, it was going to be the last party Zach would ever think of celebrating. Readers would you like to know why? Read on to find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-7844105871551867143?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/7844105871551867143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=7844105871551867143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7844105871551867143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/7844105871551867143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/02/chapter-4.html' title='Chapter 4'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-1887143575030457778</id><published>2008-02-14T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:49:13.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>Unrequited Love- Chapter 3 Freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK students, the time for the English paper is up. Do not touch your test papers again. After I have collected your test papers, you must stay in your seats until I leave the exam hall.” The invigilator said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“FREEDOM!”&lt;/strong&gt; An examinee shouted as the invigilator left the room. Everyone hurriedly left the exam room. Everyone was excited because their final test paper for this year is over. There wouldn’t be anymore exams until they go to secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The heavy burden on our shoulders is finally lifted.” Zach said to Cody. Zach and Cody took the UPSR exam in the same room.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah. Now the time for us to enjoy our final year of primary school and play to the fullest is finally here!” Cody replied happily.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Their friends soon caught up with them. They met in the old canteen. Everyone looked happier than a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Andrew, let’s compete. Whoever that reaches Level 70 first will get 1 million Mesos from the loser. OK?” Zach asked Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;“OK. Don’t regret it!” Andrew replied.&lt;br /&gt;“Everyone, this Saturday is Jennifer’s party. Who wants to come with HJ and me to her house?” Cody asked cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;“I will come.” Zach replied gladly.&lt;br /&gt;“Edrick and I can’t go. We have a camp to go on Saturday.” Andrew said sadly.&lt;br /&gt;“OK then. See you all then. Bye!” Cody said and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you prepared everything for the party yet?” SY asked Jennifer. Jennifer and her friends were in the new canteen having lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, but I think I might need some help for the party…” Jennifer said.&lt;br /&gt;“I will come at 1.30p.m. So I can help you.” Cheryl said while smiling.&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks then. But the party only starts at 4.00p.m.”&lt;br /&gt;“That doesn’t really matter.”&lt;br /&gt;“OK. Well, my car is here. I better go. Bye!” Jennifer said and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Cody was walking to his car while reading his favourite book ‘Las Notches’. Jennifer was reading the invitation cards that she was about to give to the boys. Suddenly, they accidentally knocked into each other. Jennifer accidentally hugged Cody. Some of her books and invitation cards were scattered on the floor. When Jennifer noticed this, she immediately pushed Cody away.&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry! I didn’t see you were coming.” Cody said while picking up her books from the floor. He saw some pink colour cards.&lt;br /&gt; “What’s this?” He asked Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, that’s the invitation cards that I’m going to give you boys for this Saturday’s party at my house. Since you’re here, could you take one invitation card* for yourself and give the others to your friends?”&lt;br /&gt;“OK, sure. Well, see you tomorrow then! Bye.” Cody said cheerfully and left.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cody’s body felt so warm A bit thin, but he has strong and powerful arms, bumping against his boney frame is quite painful. His body was a bit thin, but a broad, warm. Don’t know when, I started to feel blissful.’ Jennifer thought. ‘I wonder if Zach’s body is the same.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…… Suspense? Break ups? Parties? New Couples? We will know in the next chapter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The invitation card looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring: A new set of clothes&lt;br /&gt;           A badminton racket&lt;br /&gt;See you there! Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W E L C O M E           Time: 4.30p.m.-10.00p.m.&lt;br /&gt;To My Party!               Add: XX, Off Kuchai Lama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-1887143575030457778?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/1887143575030457778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=1887143575030457778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/1887143575030457778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/1887143575030457778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/02/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-8592646863748972942</id><published>2008-02-10T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:34:27.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oO</title><content type='html'>Paintballing was fun! I got shot on my side, eye (we wore helmets of course) and 4 times on the head. I didn't managed to shoot Tim, but one of my bullets went flying past his head. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I didn't post last week. Guess you could say it was a long weekend break for me. february 1st was a holiday and i decided to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... What will happen if Andrew finds out? I heard that he has a bit of a bad temper, will he kill Zach? Cody? What will he do? He has a very cunning mind I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply the questions in my comments box please...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what you guys think. Gosh, where did I put my handphone? Don't tell me I lost it again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-8592646863748972942?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/8592646863748972942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=8592646863748972942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/8592646863748972942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/8592646863748972942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/02/oo.html' title='oO'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-5861687811047995901</id><published>2008-02-10T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:27:41.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>Unrequited Love- Chapter 2 Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Back in the prefects meeting room, Jennifer and Zach were together.&lt;br /&gt;“The truth is the girl I love is you. I don’t want our relationship just to be brotherly love. Can you be girlfriend?” Zach whispered to her.&lt;br /&gt; Jennifer was shocked. She never thought that a prefect that she had a crush on actually confessed to her. &lt;br /&gt;“Did Cheryl tell you about this? That I loved you more than a brother?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“No. I didn’t even know you loved me more than a brother.” Zach replied honestly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;This can’t be true.&lt;/em&gt; She thought. How &lt;em&gt;can a dream actually come true? I might be dreaming again right now.&lt;/em&gt; However, she wasn’t dreaming. She could feel Zach's warm hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded happily.&lt;br /&gt;“I think it’s time to go back to class now. However, just so that our friends won’t suspect we were together, I will use the middle staircases to go back to class while you use the canteen staircase.” Zach said.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok then. See you later!” she replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When Zach went back to class, Zach was crowded by his friends.&lt;br /&gt;“Where did you go Zach? We were worried about you.” HJ said. &lt;br /&gt;“I just went to the toilet. I had a stomach ache, but I’m feeling much better now.” Zach lied. They didn’t need to know the truth. Zach thought.&lt;br /&gt;“I told you HJ. You don’t need to worry about our friend Zach.” Cody said.&lt;br /&gt;“Did you see Jennifer just now?” SY asked Zach.&lt;br /&gt;“No. Why? Is she in trouble?” Zach asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Ms. Ang just wanted her to help her do some stuff.”  SY replied. “However, since she isn’t here, I will just go in her place.” &lt;br /&gt;“I heard someone call my name.” Jennifer said as she walked in the classroom. “I’m going to go see her now.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok then. Bye!” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Class continued as usual. However, it was 10 minutes until the end of school. So, everyone just revise their homework. The class was so quite that if a pencil fell on the floor, you could even hear it. The main reason is: Ms. Ang was their class teacher. Ms. Ang was the disciplinary teacher of their school. Ms. Ang and the headmaster were the same age and went to the same university.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Zach, how about we have a party after UPSR?” Cody whispered to Zach quietly, because he didn’t want to get caught by Ms. Ang.&lt;br /&gt;“Hm… Ok. But let’s just talk about it after UPSR.” Zach replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the teacher’s room, Ms. Ang was talking to Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;“Jennifer, could you pass Ms. Wong this note? This is very urgent.” Ms. Ang told Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Ms. Ang, I will do that now.” Jennifer replied. After that, she did everything Ms. Ang told her and went back to class. When the students of Ms. Ang class was lining up, getting ready to go home, Jennifer saw Zach. Zach saw Jennifer. Both maintained eye contact for quite a while. “Ring……………….” Zach made a sign to Jennifer saying that he will call her later and then went home. Jennifer kept blushing all the way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although the sound of the school bell rings and they have to leave each other, they found a place in each other hearts, a place that can’t be separated.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen if Cody and Andrew finds out? I can't gurantee an answer in the next chapter, but I will very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-5861687811047995901?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/5861687811047995901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=5861687811047995901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/5861687811047995901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/5861687811047995901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/02/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-536373057365069921</id><published>2008-01-22T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:20:09.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fortnightly to Weekly</title><content type='html'>Yes folks, its going to be weekly. However, due to my Birthday Reasons (Jan 27), there will not be a Unrequited Love Chapter this week! Sorry for wanting to read my story people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going Paintballing! WOOHOO! Going to shoot Edrick/Bodyguard/Kai Di so much until he simply shoot the gun without aiming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get the pistol gun and go "pistolling people from behind". It won't "hurt"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Going to delete this post on Jan 25)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-536373057365069921?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/536373057365069921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=536373057365069921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/536373057365069921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/536373057365069921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-fortnightly-to-weekly.html' title='From Fortnightly to Weekly'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440569544887441995.post-5056716466244752777</id><published>2008-01-19T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:09:21.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Unrequited Love- Chapter 1 Girlfriend, Boyfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;People say that if you have a girlfriend/boyfriend in primary school, your relationship with that person will never last long. &lt;br /&gt; People say that if you are too young, you will easily break your girlfriend/boyfriend’s heart without knowing.&lt;br /&gt; People say that you should only start to go out with your “friend” when you’re older.&lt;br /&gt; However, I chose to not listen to them, and pursue my dream to chase the girl I love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 weeks before UPSR, a few teachers came from SMKTD. They came to advertise their school, and encouraged us to go study in their school for secondary school. It was also the day Zach confessed his love to Jennifer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach was a prefect of his school, a basketball player and also a band member. Apart from that, he was a normal Std.6 student. He excelled in both curriculum and co-curriculum. Jennifer was a student who had a big heart, and was always ready to cheer up her classmates whenever they had problems. She was a good student, and would always try to help the teachers whenever she could. Those were some of the main reasons how Zach fell in love for her. However for Jennifer, the reasons she fell in love with Zach were unknown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Std.6 students came out of the auditorium after hearing the teachers from SMKTD advertising their school, Zach used this perfect opportunity to confess to Jennifer. He led her to the prefect meeting room that only prefects and prefect teachers are allowed to go in. &lt;br /&gt;“Jennifer, would you like to know who I love?” Zach asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes. Why here? Only prefects are allowed here.” She said.&lt;br /&gt;“It doesn’t matter. The girls I love is not a prefect, is very beautiful, very smart, have long hair and is very kind. She sits in your row. I give you 2 guesses.” He said.&lt;br /&gt;“Hm, is it Samantha?” She asked.&lt;br /&gt;“No. Last try now.” He replied.&lt;br /&gt;“Stephanie?” She asked.&lt;br /&gt;“No. I will just tell you the answer now. Come closer…” He said.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok…” She said. What was Zach thinking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Cody, did you see where Zach went?” HJ asked Cody.&lt;br /&gt;“He disappeared after we left the auditorium. Maybe he went to the toilet?” Cody replied.&lt;br /&gt; HJ and Cody are Zach’s best friends. There were in the same class since Std. 2. They also share one common interest – MapleStory. Although HJ is the only one among them that doesn’t need to wear glasses, he is the best of them all in MapleStory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jennifer! Jennifer! Where are you? Ms. Ang is looking for you!” SY shouted. SY was a prefect too. &lt;br /&gt;“Is Amanda missing? Zach is missing too!” Cody said. &lt;br /&gt;“Maybe they went somewhere together!” Edrick suggested. He always thinks of that kind of stuff. He also plays MapleStory. &lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be a sick guy Edrick. I’m sure they are not together” Cody said. At least I hope they aren’t thought Cody.&lt;br /&gt;“Anyway, we will just have to wait for them to come back now” Andrew said. If anything happens to Jennifer and Zach is the cause of it, he will get it, Andrew thought. Andrew is also a prefect. He plays MapleStory too. Zach, HJ, Cody, Edrick and Andrew always play MapleStory together. They even made a guild together called “Friends4ever”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Jennifer is just a mere friend to all of the boys, Cody and Andrew are strangely thinking of her safety. Maybe the both of them are love rivals? Maybe Jennifer is together with either one of them? We will know in the next chapter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-5056716466244752777?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/5056716466244752777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=5056716466244752777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/5056716466244752777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/5056716466244752777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/01/chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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-3440569544887441995.post-4186282366168742704</id><published>2008-01-13T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:14:33.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>Main Characters&lt;br /&gt;-       Zach&lt;br /&gt;- Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;- Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;- Cody &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor Characters&lt;br /&gt;-       Shawn&lt;br /&gt;- HJ  &lt;br /&gt;- Andrew &lt;br /&gt;- Edrick&lt;br /&gt;- YH &lt;br /&gt;- Avienne &lt;br /&gt;- SY &lt;br /&gt;- Jazreel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Start of a story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Zach’s last year of primary school, and after that he will leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all his friends, classmates, teachers and his school. As the writer/author of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this story, I should know what will happen through-out the story. However, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this story, I don’t know what the ending will be. It will always change and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, will be the best one I write. This story is based on a true story. So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without further delay, I now present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A School Romance- Unrequited Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440569544887441995-4186282366168742704?l=wlhiscool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/feeds/4186282366168742704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440569544887441995&amp;postID=4186282366168742704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/4186282366168742704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440569544887441995/posts/default/4186282366168742704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wlhiscool.blogspot.com/2008/01/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Stanley Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243664970367363394</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>
