<?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-8616342592069825950</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:55:01.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Island</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616342592069825950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03906863756644600929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QyRy9szOM88/SEOVDTDLrCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mHZ8-Jyul2A/S220/DSC00533.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616342592069825950.post-5072238891616452770</id><published>2010-03-21T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:22:54.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#6 Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>Its time to be jolly :D&lt;br /&gt;Except for the darn homework and reports that need to be done =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I read this site &lt;a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/"&gt;Marc And Angel Hack Life&lt;/a&gt; which is awesome and credits go to ashvin for introducing it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh so i'm gona make a to-do list this hols which will be fulfilling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Homework- all the crap, not gona elaborate on this demon &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;3. Watch the sunset&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;4. Wake up early&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleep LATE&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;7. Take power naps&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Take lessons&lt;br /&gt;9. Eat slower&lt;br /&gt;10. Write a story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; 11. Share a video &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ce8HZ2keKwk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ce8HZ2keKwk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, that was easy :D 10 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;Got that from the fb group in memory of Daniel Phua, yes i stalk that!&lt;br /&gt;Damn too many people are dying =/&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Daniel and Man Yee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616342592069825950-5072238891616452770?l=abananastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5072238891616452770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/2010/03/6-holiday-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616342592069825950/posts/default/5072238891616452770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616342592069825950/posts/default/5072238891616452770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/2010/03/6-holiday-season.html' title='#6 Holiday Season'/><author><name>Just L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03906863756644600929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QyRy9szOM88/SEOVDTDLrCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mHZ8-Jyul2A/S220/DSC00533.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616342592069825950.post-7784460531752049060</id><published>2010-03-05T03:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:31:58.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#5 The Day</title><content type='html'>Hiya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S5DqXOHeJUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QFZ0nODXOD0/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S5DqXOHeJUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QFZ0nODXOD0/s200/DSC00830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445109634138252610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehee! Sorry couldnt resist :D&lt;br /&gt;Kinda excited for the day to come in a way and i have to admit it felt great knowing they made the day earlier compared to wad ppl say which was the 16th&lt;br /&gt;My college mates call me weird =/&lt;br /&gt;Anyways thats all for now. Damnnn gotta get myself to do the assignments but i guess i'l be watching Chuck first which btw those of u who dont watch it, you gotta watch it cause its epic cause justin says so&lt;br /&gt;Until next time! Excited!!&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/8616342592069825950-7784460531752049060?l=abananastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7784460531752049060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616342592069825950/posts/default/7784460531752049060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616342592069825950/posts/default/7784460531752049060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-day.html' title='#5 The Day'/><author><name>Just L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03906863756644600929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QyRy9szOM88/SEOVDTDLrCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mHZ8-Jyul2A/S220/DSC00533.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S5DqXOHeJUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QFZ0nODXOD0/s72-c/DSC00830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616342592069825950.post-6291451932223564812</id><published>2010-02-17T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:42:36.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>Heya first of all happy cny to every1 and hav a great year aheaddd &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;btw happy valentines day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S3ukHAl-1cI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aHhO6vL5ldM/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S3ukHAl-1cI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aHhO6vL5ldM/s200/DSC00823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439121415305352642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea wad this means? =/ or did i take it on the wrong side ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well for the first time i actually managed to organize an outing with relative success i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S3ukdDRW8MI/AAAAAAAAAG8/14VLgNQtMK8/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S3ukdDRW8MI/AAAAAAAAAG8/14VLgNQtMK8/s200/DSC00828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439121793981280450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S3ukcz8eq1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/gz54Hn7hfEg/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S3ukcz8eq1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/gz54Hn7hfEg/s200/DSC00827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439121789867174738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my phone is crappy  and sadly some people who i wanted to meet couldnt go =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Percy Jackson :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2010/02/12/movies/12percyspan-1/12percyspan-1-articleLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 331px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2010/02/12/movies/12percyspan-1/12percyspan-1-articleLarge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmm i think its an okay movie and i'd look forward to sequels, if any. Apparently the movie cut out or edited lots of stuff from the books that would be important for sequels like the final battle sequence thing with luke and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was steamboat which i think is overpriced but wad the heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S3ukdoDy-II/AAAAAAAAAHE/8HSBDzYaQYY/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S3ukdoDy-II/AAAAAAAAAHE/8HSBDzYaQYY/s200/DSC00829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439121803856509058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh u cant even see anyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i sark at blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rite, college starts tmr and there's a presentation that has to be done so i've to dress formal-like which is very troublesome =/&lt;br /&gt;College life is sooo stressful with all the tests. At least most of my tests are done with except econs and english but the next set of tests will come in march so thers no break at all ='(&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for the next hols in march and also spm results day muahaha ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling moody these few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are and the things you never want to lose&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn damn -  from copying work in highskool to actually doing them in college..&lt;br /&gt;Back to doing my last minute work for econs&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616342592069825950-6291451932223564812?l=abananastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/feeds/6291451932223564812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/2010/02/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616342592069825950/posts/default/6291451932223564812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616342592069825950/posts/default/6291451932223564812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/2010/02/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>Just L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03906863756644600929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QyRy9szOM88/SEOVDTDLrCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mHZ8-Jyul2A/S220/DSC00533.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S3ukHAl-1cI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aHhO6vL5ldM/s72-c/DSC00823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616342592069825950.post-4124919512851819656</id><published>2010-01-22T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:55:38.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 Life So Far</title><content type='html'>Rite, gona be primarily a picture post :D&lt;br /&gt;Well.. gona start wit stuff from last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mEa_B1FuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Pka_w3PF48k/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mEa_B1FuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Pka_w3PF48k/s200/DSC00782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429516424902416098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mEgNOB1HI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BmpVz-1W-ao/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mEgNOB1HI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BmpVz-1W-ao/s200/DSC00786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429516514611025010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm cant even remember the last time i went mv =/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the mall near my house is the Aeon mall and their christmas decorations were made from recyclable stuff like the snowman being made from egg carton cardboard thingy and the blue christmas tree was actually from bottles =O awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next up was my one-day trip to Singapore for a wedding dinner and i saw some neat stuff ther :D&lt;br /&gt;a thing to note is that the land there is uber expensive and thers lots of condos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mE8nGWDcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LdMWj9DrVwA/s1600-h/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mE8nGWDcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LdMWj9DrVwA/s200/DSC00790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429517002594454978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how they dry their clothes, including underwear ahem see left side :D! And i was wondering how they'd take the clothes and at that moment a lady just stuck out her hand and grabbed the whole stick and brought it into her apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mFjI0IjyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Lk-wkQI87Zw/s1600-h/DSC00791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mFjI0IjyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Lk-wkQI87Zw/s200/DSC00791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429517664479907618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i did not take this pic becoz of the lady. Anyway this is wat their bus looks like. Having the segregation thingy in the middle like a train is neat. Crap forgot wad its called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mF1p3QFZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dbu1jaY3YL0/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mF1p3QFZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dbu1jaY3YL0/s200/DSC00793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429517982588999058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the four seasons hotel for the dinner  :D&lt;br /&gt;Some weird deco thingy but seriously the place was awesome - lives up to the 5 star hotel name it holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mGIHU8EGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/W1y6PJFKORc/s1600-h/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mGIHU8EGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/W1y6PJFKORc/s200/DSC00795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429518299735789666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chopstick holder was some cool dragon thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mGUN8H8vI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0qj2RfwUizY/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mGUN8H8vI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0qj2RfwUizY/s200/DSC00798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429518507669189362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly they gave chocs in a box and wads great is that my old uncle and aunty sat with us so i get their chocs because old ppl wana (have to) be healthy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mGmTpRnnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WcJSJReVNWs/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mGmTpRnnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WcJSJReVNWs/s200/DSC00797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429518818438389362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT toilet with towels to wipe ur hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mGyS8j6UI/AAAAAAAAAFs/x5bAC9I6EZk/s1600-h/DSC00799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mGyS8j6UI/AAAAAAAAAFs/x5bAC9I6EZk/s200/DSC00799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429519024409274690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite, the dinner was very healthy, too healthy for me. And the high quality shark fin soup was kinda weird to eat =/ its circular in shape rather than the cheapo streaky ones i'm used to so...&lt;br /&gt;Cheap &gt; Expensive&lt;br /&gt;then had to leave early for the flight to aussie so no glutinous rice for me =(&lt;br /&gt;Owh and its important to note that they had singers there too who were great at wad they did. So cool to have that kinda job which is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to aussie =O&lt;br /&gt;didnt do much there or go to any of the 'worlds' coz went there a few times alrdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mHYNc-4FI/AAAAAAAAAF0/c4WHiTdRlzU/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mHYNc-4FI/AAAAAAAAAF0/c4WHiTdRlzU/s200/DSC00800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429519675769675858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we did do was watch Sherlock Holmes&lt;br /&gt;the cinema there is all free seating and the best part is you can actually return your ticket before the movie if u cant make it and u get fully reimbursed :D&lt;br /&gt;the movie was great but since it was so long ago i guess its not showing in the cinemas anymore?&lt;br /&gt;witty script and dialogue though and i think robert downey jr won a golden globe for his role in that movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mIAnDWDuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1VyM6ONMrC0/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mIAnDWDuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1VyM6ONMrC0/s200/DSC00802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429520369836232418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sticks at the beach =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mIKZnrvGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gxaGiNnMk0U/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mIKZnrvGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gxaGiNnMk0U/s200/DSC00807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429520538029243490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was nice and breezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mITVkibGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lYJRF-67Fv4/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mITVkibGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lYJRF-67Fv4/s200/DSC00809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429520691561131106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot the dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mIapsSRRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IUo4x3Qqw6E/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mIapsSRRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IUo4x3Qqw6E/s200/DSC00810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429520817221420306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm didnt do much there i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahh. I nid to tell you how crappy the toilet locks were! Ur supposed to turn it anti-clockwise which is opposite as to what we normally do for a dead-bolt lock and we cant even check if its locked coz if we pull on the knob it opens regardless..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i guess the locals found the.. mechanism confusing too&lt;br /&gt;Well, i know coz...&lt;br /&gt;Well i accidentally barged into a lady while she was getting up from the toilet bowl =O&lt;br /&gt;btw the toilets are kinda like in an open area wit no gender so i DIDNT go into the ladies if tats wad ur thinking =/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the lady started screaming so i looked down and started saying sorry then i left for another cubicle :D btw her boyfriend outside gave me a stare o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mJQbstrLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kdyQKdM_h-Q/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mJQbstrLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kdyQKdM_h-Q/s200/DSC00818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429521741178055858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i had nothing to do i spent most of my time reading and i actually finished 2  3/4 books of about 500 pages each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeah. On christmas day i went to church (not coz i wanted &gt;=( ) anyway during the service i got an sms from carrine wishing bla bla bla and how she wanted presents and everything.&lt;br /&gt;The main point here is that my phone wasnt on silent so my handphone made a real loud noise and every1 momentarily stared at me =/ they probby are thinking stupid msians &gt;=( well, blame carrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i started college with IT studies but decided to change it to specialist maths and so i had to leave my new frens and joined the other class.&lt;br /&gt;College was alrite except for the loads of homework especially from both the maths but i find the class which passes by the fastest is specialist maths. Even today, we took 50mins to finish 2 graph questions and it was a great experience that time went by so quickly:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite then sometime this year i wrote a story and posted it here and decided hmm lets get a free 100 bucks too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mKQUYDQrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Dtv3AwOR06Q/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mKQUYDQrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Dtv3AwOR06Q/s200/DSC00820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429522838723969714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha :D thanks pn khoo for telling me&lt;br /&gt;And i made taylors college proud too :D&lt;br /&gt;I'l be expecting a cheque to come in a few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616342592069825950-4124919512851819656?l=abananastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4124919512851819656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-life-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616342592069825950/posts/default/4124919512851819656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616342592069825950/posts/default/4124919512851819656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-life-so-far.html' title='#3 Life So Far'/><author><name>Just L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03906863756644600929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QyRy9szOM88/SEOVDTDLrCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mHZ8-Jyul2A/S220/DSC00533.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRy9szOM88/S1mEa_B1FuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Pka_w3PF48k/s72-c/DSC00782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616342592069825950.post-1399386505407669220</id><published>2010-01-17T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:49:24.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 Gift</title><content type='html'>Lets be honest. I was never really close to Man Yee. Yes, i was the asst monitor and i did go around talking with people - but never in details.&lt;br /&gt;And it seriously didnt hit me when i got the news.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was some kind of sick joke.&lt;br /&gt;It didnt even hit me when we attended the wake on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, i felt sad. It was unreal. Standing beside her coffin i froze. I knew that with a glimpse everything would turn into reality. And it did.&lt;br /&gt;Though, it hit me today. Checking my mail i stumbled upon what i'd learn to call facebook-spam-mails. And i knew what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking bout our years together in school. The only thing I can remember is when i borrowed her est book from her and i forgot to bring it back especially on the exam day. I could see she looked very upset. I felt kinda mad too. But the next day when i returned the book she just smiled at me and made a joke and i felt stupid for being angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised one thing: she managed to bring the class back together again.&lt;br /&gt;Another good deed to add to her already long list&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;To die and part is a lesser evil; but to part and live, there, there is the torment.  ~George Lansdowne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8616342592069825950-1399386505407669220?l=abananastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1399386505407669220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616342592069825950/posts/default/1399386505407669220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616342592069825950/posts/default/1399386505407669220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abananastory.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-gift.html' title='#2 Gift'/><author><name>Just L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03906863756644600929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QyRy9szOM88/SEOVDTDLrCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mHZ8-Jyul2A/S220/DSC00533.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616342592069825950.post-285422615477237958</id><published>2010-01-05T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T05:01:47.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 Intro</title><content type='html'>Hi =O&lt;br /&gt;well ur probably reading this coz you know me so i guess an intro isnt really necessary&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, turning 18 this year and hobbies include writing which i rarely do.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh yeah nth much to say =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well went to taylor's today and am most probably gona register for the jan intake thanks to cheng mun's and jye jiun's advice and also carrine's reverse psychology thing ;D&lt;br /&gt;Still dont know which to choose between computing and legal studies =O&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just recently written a short story since i've so much free time =D&lt;br /&gt;Tho its not really good juz thought i'd put it up here =/&lt;br /&gt;try ur best to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Once again, we would like to advise anyone against leaving their houses unnecessarily until the ruthless murderer has been apprehended.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;She knocked the newscaster’s voice out of her head. No, it was Christmas and she wanted to enjoy it by the beach. Of course, she figured, it was one of the things which happened to somebody else. Claire Winfield was a strong headed girl and those close to her would know that once she made her mind up, there was no stopping her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Kicking off her flip flops, she grabbed her sunglasses and laid it precariously on her head. It was a fine sunny day. Perhaps this was the day she could meet her soul mate. Claire beamed at the thought.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A serial killer presumed to be a male who has been dubbed ‘the sandman’ left his fourth victim who was discovered by a horribly surprised couple. According to sources, the sandman has been prowling local beaches over the past month.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;‘Awful, isn’t it?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Claire was sucked out of her reverie and took a quick glance upwards. She smiled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Meet soul mate number five, she grinned to herself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Miss…?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Claire,’ she offered swiftly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Right, Miss Claire. I would strongly suggest you to pack your things up and head home. Don’t you read the news about the killer?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The sandman has been targeting women regardless of their age and most notably, all of them were alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;So much for meeting my other half who thinks I’m an idiot, she scoffed. She was not ready to back down just yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Well, I’ve heard he only attacks people who are by themselves. So… if we could walk together, I’m sure we could-‘&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Hey,’ he inconsiderately interrupted her. ‘Do you like sand?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Like? I love sand.’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘That’s good.’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;He gave her a cryptic smile, ‘I’m Roger. Now, shall we?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Claire often fell for mysterious guys. Something about their hidden agenda excited her to no end. Yes, she loved to explore uncharted land. Funny, Roger loved that too…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Oh God, what have I done?’ Claire whispered to herself in horror.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;His voice was getting louder now, even sadder and angrier. He seemed to inch closer and closer towards her. She could even smell the faint odour of his aftershave.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;This was not the uncharted land she bargained to explore, not even by a mile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;According to anonymous sources, the killer lures in his victims with his boyish charm and good looks – taking in women with the very principle that leaves their knees weakened;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;love at first sight, though this fact can not be confirmed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Roger was almost hysterical, ‘And then the idiot just took the money and left!’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Claire took another huge gulp of the beer she had in her hands – it was her fourth one. ‘Why did I even think of hooking up with this loser who keeps whining and whining,’ she thought to herself. She resumed drinking operations and finished the can. It hit her that the beer tasted slightly different but she shrugged it off as getting drunk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At her fifth, Claire felt a pang of pain in her head. ‘Mind over matter, mind over matter,’ she murmured. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘What was that?’ Roger quipped. ‘Anyway so there I was just minding… my own business… and…’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;But she couldn’t hear anymore of his babblings. The pain grew and grew and she soon cringed in the torment. Her visions double, no, tripled and she was overcome by a strong wave of fatigue. As her eyelids close she could still see that Roger had stopped talking and looked a tad bit worried, or was he?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Then she remembered the creepy salesperson who sold them the drinks. No way…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Based on final autopsies done on the victims, a large dose of drugs has been found in their systems and investigators are positive that the perpetrator somehow drugged these women to render them unable to retaliate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Help me Roger… That was her last thought before she slipped into unconsciousness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Claire had always loved the beach, most particularly the sand but sounds of waves were very much therapeutic to her. She had them both now. She could hear the waves crashing onto shore clearly - which seemed to be surprisingly near - and funnily, she could feel grains of sand covering her entire body with the exception of her head. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Am I in paradise? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Claire struggled to open her heavy eyes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Be aware of the gruesome modus operandi that the sandman goes by, that is to dig a pit and chuck his victims in while leaving their heads exposed to the forces of nature.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Groggily, she realized she was in such a pit. Her eyes grew wary and her heart beat faster. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Roger soon appeared in a too relaxed manner, she thought. The newscaster’s voice surged into her mind. ‘The killer lures his victims in…’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;He spoke in a cheerful voice, ‘How do you like my present for you, lovely?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Claire was confused.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Realizing this, Roger continued, ‘Uh, you said you liked sand didn’t, you? Well, surprise! Sorry about drugging you though. I know it’s unorthodox and probably illegal.’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A wave of relief swept over her. ‘Oh, Roger, I thought you were the sandman! God, am I glad that confusion got cleared…’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Oh?’ Roger was amused. ‘Did I say I was not?’ He gave her the same smile that lured her in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As quickly as the horror went away, it instantly resurfaced. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Roger, stop kidding me-’ she was breathless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Jokes aside, lovely. Enjoy the sand and waves while it lasts.’ The man she came to know as Roger started walking away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;No… Please.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;He leaves his victims in the pit during high tides and waves would come crashing in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;No…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;He ignores their screams and pleas while the desperate women remain helpless and can only hope for help to come by.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Don’t do this…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Drowning has been known as one of the worst ways to die.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;No…!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Roger glanced back at her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;And then he watches them die.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Hi, I’m sorry, you don’t know me. I’m Sarah Winfield…? Well, I’m here to look for my sister Claire. Have you by any chance seen her? What worries me is that she’s very naïve and with the killer lurking around I just cant possibly-’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Yeah, the killer – you’d better not walk around alone. By the way I have not seen this sister of yours but it would be my pleasure to accompany you. I heard the killer doesn’t strike couples.’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Sarah couldn’t believe her luck. Arms of security instantly blanketed her. ‘Thanks so much! Mister…?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘My friends call me Roger.’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Right, Mister Roger. So… where do we start looking-’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Hey,’ he interrupted her. ‘Do you like sand?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Like? Well its one of my favourites, that’s for sure.’ Sarah pondered momentarily about that odd question but thought nothing of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;‘Great, let us start searching over there.’ He pointed to a shady area of the beach. Then, he gave her a cryptic smile – the one that most women he met would die for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i draw a line with this. 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