<?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-3053283677372927536</id><updated>2012-01-23T19:04:54.525-08:00</updated><category term='one hot ay'/><title type='text'>Everything about Fefer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fefer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275612871785372130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SfwznnVmu4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4qQzZyTKT40/S220/PC240007.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053283677372927536.post-3834056911006243404</id><published>2009-05-02T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:59:19.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreaming</title><content type='html'>Last semester I got two A's on BM and BI,four B's on maths,geography,science end history, not bad eh?.' Hmm.. let's see.2 A's and 4 B's.well done!  I am genuinely supprise  on your results this semester.Good effort my dear. Next semester I want you gain more effort especially mathematics.My father then put my report card on the table and drank his hot coffee.'I told you hundred times that I can improve my results.I think you forgot one little thing dad.' 'And what would that be my dear ?I shook my head and said to him'It's about our deal which you had promise me before,And don't tell me you forget about it!''I'm not!'.He took Rm200 from his wallet and gave it to me.'Here you go.Just like I had promise you before.''Thanks dad!, I yelled loudly and head to my room.My friend,faith and I are heading down to the mall to buy my new converse shoes and her STUFF!I feel so great that day.'Jennifer!Jennifer! Are you following me?'All of a sudden my dream popped right away after hearing someone calling my name.I turned  and saw my english teacher asking me some question.'Are you following me, Jennifer?'.'Umm..yyyess ma'am,I said to her.'Good!So tell me Jennifer,what is your future career or what do you want to be when you grow up?At that point I was totally speechless.'uumm,ummm'.Darn!'Speak up Jennifer!,I said to myself.'Umm what?, suddenly bryan interrupted.Everyone were waiting for me to speak up.'Umm..I haven't decided yet.''Well,you better think about it Jennifere because I want you to all to write an essay  about your future carereer and must be less than 180 words.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053283677372927536-3834056911006243404?l=fefermichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3834056911006243404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2009/05/daydreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/3834056911006243404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/3834056911006243404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2009/05/daydreaming.html' title='Daydreaming'/><author><name>Fefer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275612871785372130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SfwznnVmu4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4qQzZyTKT40/S220/PC240007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053283677372927536.post-103226443372007744</id><published>2009-02-08T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:06:49.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPIDITY of me..</title><content type='html'>I came to school that morning feeling frustrated and awkward.I don't know why,but for some reasons, I should walked out from that school immediately.You see, I got suspended for one week.All of this because of my stupidity! I made a mistake and yes , I do learned my lessons.But no one seems to understand my situation.People started to judged me and talked behind my back. Fine!They can judged me but they don't know who I really was.All this thing drive me crazy.As if they were all perfect.The moment I made my way to the classroom, everyone paused and stare at me.Some of them welcomed my appearance and most of them said 'this' and 'that'.I almost cried but I hold my self together.I don't know what exactly came over me, I wished I was homeschool.Being left behind,no one seems to understand you even your closest friends.I can't stand what I'm hearing and seeing all this thing running through my head.Home was the first thing I could ever think of when I was in school.Everyday I would glance my watched anxiously. This year would be a tough year fot me and I won't even look back. I won't let those amateur pushed me back.I once made a huge mistake and whenever I think about it I wanted to cried because of my stupidity in the previous time.I don't know why I was acting that way.It took me about two months to recovered all this messed and it still haunting me.If you were in my situation then you know what it feels.No lights were given to you,the path to the light cannot be reached and you have to find it on your owned and lit it back .'Wake up and smell the coffee' ,my brother said to me . Thanks to him, I will follow his footsteps .My brother,Lester, has been my idol since I was kid. I adore him.I will guarentee this year I  will improve my grades .Everyday I go to school and walked out from that school.That's it! I'm in and got myself out.I coudn't careless about what people would said about me.And most importantly, I feel very very hapy and through with all those 'stuff''.In fact ,all this thing opened my mind and gave the path  negative and positive..Why I kept  whining all this stuff? STUPID..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053283677372927536-103226443372007744?l=fefermichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/feeds/103226443372007744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupidity-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/103226443372007744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/103226443372007744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupidity-of-me.html' title='STUPIDITY of me..'/><author><name>Fefer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275612871785372130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SfwznnVmu4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4qQzZyTKT40/S220/PC240007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053283677372927536.post-1639201374982080435</id><published>2008-12-16T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:22:45.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdlCEvSj6I/AAAAAAAAABI/my9FgqdsGME/s1600-h/IMG_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280300174421430178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdlCEvSj6I/AAAAAAAAABI/my9FgqdsGME/s320/IMG_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A night to remember..(Doulos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053283677372927536-1639201374982080435?l=fefermichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/feeds/1639201374982080435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/night-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/1639201374982080435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/1639201374982080435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/night-to-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275612871785372130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SfwznnVmu4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4qQzZyTKT40/S220/PC240007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdlCEvSj6I/AAAAAAAAABI/my9FgqdsGME/s72-c/IMG_0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053283677372927536.post-8262646652728730568</id><published>2008-12-16T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:13:54.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdjJxgEhDI/AAAAAAAAABA/IP2eNRqaqtk/s1600-h/25082007396-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280298107673019442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdjJxgEhDI/AAAAAAAAABA/IP2eNRqaqtk/s320/25082007396-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first ride...hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053283677372927536-8262646652728730568?l=fefermichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/feeds/8262646652728730568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-ride_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/8262646652728730568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/8262646652728730568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-ride_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275612871785372130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SfwznnVmu4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4qQzZyTKT40/S220/PC240007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdjJxgEhDI/AAAAAAAAABA/IP2eNRqaqtk/s72-c/25082007396-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053283677372927536.post-5641249748708640379</id><published>2008-12-16T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:11:57.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdinIAaUhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LNRn3X_dYwQ/s1600-h/IMG_3893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280297512418824722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdinIAaUhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LNRn3X_dYwQ/s320/IMG_3893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes on malaysia.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053283677372927536-5641249748708640379?l=fefermichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/feeds/5641249748708640379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/eyes-on-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/5641249748708640379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/5641249748708640379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/eyes-on-malaysia.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275612871785372130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SfwznnVmu4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4qQzZyTKT40/S220/PC240007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdinIAaUhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LNRn3X_dYwQ/s72-c/IMG_3893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053283677372927536.post-1851161025439720939</id><published>2008-12-16T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:10:17.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdiMB-JhwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XF8TBH0h0kE/s1600-h/IMG_3857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280297046942254850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdiMB-JhwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XF8TBH0h0kE/s320/IMG_3857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maika ,me n floyd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053283677372927536-1851161025439720939?l=fefermichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/feeds/1851161025439720939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/maika-me-n-floyd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/1851161025439720939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/1851161025439720939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/maika-me-n-floyd.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275612871785372130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SfwznnVmu4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4qQzZyTKT40/S220/PC240007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdiMB-JhwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XF8TBH0h0kE/s72-c/IMG_3857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053283677372927536.post-1926435903118248836</id><published>2008-12-15T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:01:19.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one hot ay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdgIw5G7zI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bsN3DiKfaD8/s1600-h/DSC09953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294791794847538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdgIw5G7zI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bsN3DiKfaD8/s320/DSC09953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053283677372927536-1926435903118248836?l=fefermichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/feeds/1926435903118248836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/1926435903118248836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/1926435903118248836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275612871785372130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SfwznnVmu4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4qQzZyTKT40/S220/PC240007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SUdgIw5G7zI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bsN3DiKfaD8/s72-c/DSC09953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053283677372927536.post-4524206223150418285</id><published>2008-12-15T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:21:43.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first ride</title><content type='html'>My aunt Nita bought my cousin Leo a new bike.I was 8 years old while my cousin 7 year old .My cousin knows how to play the bicyle.Everyday leo would cycling with my uncle David.I got envied with my cousin.I want to ride that bike..I hope so.One day,to my surprised, uncle david called me and asked me if i wanted to learned  how to ride a bike.I gave him a 'yes' and from that day I learn how to ride a bike.It wasn't that easy as I thought it would be.When the first time I ride the bike my handling was sucked.. I fell many times.I got bruises and some cuts on my knees.My uncle said not to give up. I almost gave up but I want too learn how to ride a bike sooo badly,I have to do it.I've been practising for three days now, but still I can't ride properly.'There's an improvement' , my uncle said.My uncle spent his time with me every single day.Next morning I woke up and reached out my cousin's bike.I started practising and I soon found out I can ride that bike..It was worth all the pains ,bruises and cuts I've been through ,especially when I took my bath.Thanks to my uncle David,now my cousins and I share the same bike.Sometimes my uncle brought us cycling at 'puntunoh' which used to be his school before.My  uncle got his own bicycle too.There's 3 bikes now. That evening I ride my cousins bike again and went out cycling on the road in the kampung.A small road. Suddenly there's a car right in front of me and there's no way I can't  turned my bike .The road are too small.I have no options but to turned the bike handle and 'swoosh!!' I'm in the  drain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053283677372927536-4524206223150418285?l=fefermichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/feeds/4524206223150418285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/4524206223150418285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/4524206223150418285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-ride.html' title='My first ride'/><author><name>Fefer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275612871785372130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SfwznnVmu4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4qQzZyTKT40/S220/PC240007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053283677372927536.post-7040799461711885565</id><published>2008-12-14T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:36:53.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends is a big FAT LIAR!</title><content type='html'>Time sure flew so fast(I don't even realize that i'm getting older and older) and now i'm turning to 13 this year.This is my  first year in high school.SMK Limbanak.So when the day came I was nervous.T hat morning my dad drove me to the school.When we reached at the main gate, the first thing that caught my eyes was the students lining up at the main gate.I wondered why there's so many people at the gate.'Be good okay,I'll pick you up later'.'Okay dad ', I heard myself talking.I stepped out of the car and made my way to the gate.The teachers were there too at the gate and told us to checked our class in the hall board.I soon found out my class are 2 Dinamik. 'FER!FER!'. I heard someone calling. I turned and saw my friend grace . she used to be my friend in the primary school.'Hye Grace!'.'What class are you into?'..'2 Progresif', grace said.'ooh, I guess we have to split up .I got class in 2 dinamik.Too bad. I'll wait for you after rescess in the canteen okay.''Alright then, bye.' Grace went to her classroom and so did I.The class looks beautiful when I stepped in . I sat down and feeling a little bit awkward. I wished I could make some friends in the class. After recess with Grace , we both headed to our own class.I wished my dad was there with me in the class room. I began to feel awkward again, the teachers are good though but I don't like the environment in the school.Finally the bell rang  and I grab my bag and rushed to the gate hoping that my dad would be there early.But he didn't.He was late 15 minutes and it seems like 1 hour already.That was my first day at school.The next day, finally, I made new friends beside grace. Carol,Trezzi,Lester,Zailin n etc. None of them still not my besf friends yet. 2 weeks on, I began to like the school so did the teachers.They've been very helpful and nice to me.My bff was faith.. I have many friends but I trust more on Faith.Everyday iI woke up at 5 am. I went to school by bus now.My bus driver would be at 6 am at the bus stop. It was kinda early. Usually me,zuandy and Lester wolud come early.Lester and I getting closer and closer.One day he told me so did faith, that he had a leukemia.I was  shocked.Lester is very religious .I think so.Everyday he bring his small bibble with him.Faith and I also prayed for him.Hoping that he will stay in this world.His friend Willy spoke to me that Lester have been lying to us .He  have no leukemia.Everyone knows about the news already. He told everyone that he have a leukimia and he only got 3 months to live.He apologised to us and told us he wanted to invite us to his house  by telling us that he have a leukimia..I forgive him but I can't trust him 100%. Lester getting nasty and nasty everyday.He told us how rich his father was,how big his house....blablablabla...one day, I told him I have a crush  with this guy.I had know idea why I told him . I knew I SHOUDN'T  trust him.The thing about lester is he looks so innocent like you can really REALLY TRUST  HIM . He told everyone about it and I was soooooo angry. He even tried to break my relationship with my friend grace ... I would never EVER trust him again. Now no one wants to be his friend.he became a quite one in the class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053283677372927536-7040799461711885565?l=fefermichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/feeds/7040799461711885565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-friends-is-big-fat-liar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/7040799461711885565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053283677372927536/posts/default/7040799461711885565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefermichael.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-friends-is-big-fat-liar.html' title='My friends is a big FAT LIAR!'/><author><name>Fefer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275612871785372130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HVrc3nfHfo/SfwznnVmu4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4qQzZyTKT40/S220/PC240007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053283677372927536.post-5793062141753776575</id><published>2008-12-14T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:53:46.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got crushed with my own teacher</title><content type='html'>It was 5.45 am in the morning. I woke up and rushed to the bathroom. I took my bath n brush my teeth. .. I wore my pinafore quickly n grab my breakfast..Soon after that, I asked mom to gave me 2 ringgits n off to the bus stop.My bus driver were already there,waiting for me.Lucky me, I get there just in time.It took only 10 minutes to reached my school.The door bus flew opened ,my friend and I headed to the class.I sat n took out my scince book,trying to finished my last minute homework.'Jennifer let's go to the canteen', said Brenda. 'I'll catch u up later'. As soon as I finished my homework I rushed to the canteen.Brrriing!! The bell rang. Brenda n I quickly off to the class.It's 7 sharp so there should be our maths teacher now. But there's no signed of him, not even a teacher passing through the corridor.Our classroom getting more excitement n noisy.Then,all of a sudden,a young man( looks 20 something) came in our class.The noise no longer heard when he stepped in.' Hi everyone,my name is mike(not his actual name) and I will be your english teacher.'Before we start any lesson,I want you all introduced yourself. Tell me a little bit about yourself', he said.'Starting from this group until to the next group'.My hands were shaking and started to sweats.I saw my friends one by one stood up n introduced themself.It's my turned now.I stood up shakily n spilled everything about myself.When I finished I sat down. whenever he stepped into our classroom I can smelled his perfume.. All the homeworks he gave to our class ,I would finished it right away. I began to love english since then. My friends started to talked more often about him. 'He's sooooo cute' said brenda n Melina.They keep talking about his thick eyebrows,his nose... blabla.. even the girls in our class were crazy about him and the boys like his teaching too. Everyday I saw him in my dream.I think I got crushed with my teacher. I never told anyone not even brenda or melina.One day, during his english lessons, he asked me a question.'Jennifer give me one example of mammals that you know'.When he said 'Jennifer', I was like 'OMG! he's so sweet ,he remembered my name'. 'monkeys are mammals ' ,I answered. I wish I CAN PAUSED the time when he's called out my name. Brenda nudged my arms gently.'You're blushed aren't you?'. I was not,I said to Brenda.'oh yeah,fine be that way,keep on with your lies .I know you like him, everyone does'. Brenda sure does pissed me off!It's been 3 months teacher Mike has taught in our class.Being with him during his lessons making me crazy, my eyes can't hardly blinked in a minute. That day when I find out teacher Mike are moving into another school my heart suddenly hurts., It like there was someone shoot my heart'..That was the end of it.. 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