<?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-1987764518466042406</id><updated>2012-02-03T00:36:33.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Science Stream Alpha ( SMK KMII ) 2010</title><subtitle type='html'>This Blog is created by Azreed. It is dedicated to all of us from 5 Science Stream Alpha SMK KMII...Any comments or special information to shared just meet me in class to fulfill your destiny..hahaha so Good Luck SPM 2010!!!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-4956845482457386456</id><published>2009-10-08T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:23:07.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fikerry Simin ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6eZ-Jj3qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lOeYgY9ekP4/s1600-h/CIMG2781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6eZ-Jj3qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lOeYgY9ekP4/s320/CIMG2781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390419973026078370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m five year old, a have one experience where I can’t forget it until now. During the holiday, I’m with my family visied my grandfather in Sandakan.&lt;br /&gt; At the night, grandfather prepared many of ‘rambutan’ as for dessert. I’m so hapy happy and so exited to test the fruit. With greedness, I eat the rambutan like a lion in hungrieness. My mother said don’t eat to much and behave in your eating patient. But I don’t care what my say and continue to eat.&lt;br /&gt; Suddenly, I swallow the rambutan seed. In hurry, I stop and tell my mother what had happen. My grandfather said the seed will grow in my stomach and be fruit. “Oh my god” I said, when I heard it I’m so worried and start to cry. My mother laugh so hardly and tried to calm my feeling.&lt;br /&gt; The next day on early morning, mom asked me to go to toilet for long call. She say the seed will goes out im ion that. I’m so happy and out to toilet to solve my big problem.&lt;br /&gt; But I don’t know the seed will go ot from my stomach or not although until now. When I passed the time and remember it again I will laugh and think it a feel self. MAYBE????? As I know, all member of my family laugh at me on that time and I’m so shy to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt; So, from this experience I had learn how to eat properly, must have patient in eating and I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-4956845482457386456?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/4956845482457386456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/fikerry-simin-4-alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/4956845482457386456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/4956845482457386456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/fikerry-simin-4-alpha.html' title='Fikerry Simin ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6eZ-Jj3qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lOeYgY9ekP4/s72-c/CIMG2781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-656481522986184970</id><published>2009-10-08T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:19:57.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annaconelia Jonching ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6dtM6SGMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tzY_PoTrhHM/s1600-h/IMG_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6dtM6SGMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tzY_PoTrhHM/s320/IMG_1849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390419203894417602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has an experience that unforgettable, so am I. It was my dark experience in my life with my two brothers. It was happened when I’m 11 years old. Almost 5 years but I cannot forget it. Lucky for me, my two brothers and his friend are not dead at that time. I was really scared and panic. I can’t stop crying and called my mother. I was accident with my two brothers and their friend.&lt;br /&gt;The incident was happened on Friday evening. It was heavy rain and lightning outside. My brothers promised to meet with their friend. My eldest brother’s did not want to gave the car key but my father said ‘just gave it’ and then my father warns my brother to make sure to not drive the car like formula one. My two brothers were so happy at that time. My eldest brother told me to go with them to make sure if they are really meet with their friend or not.&lt;br /&gt;My brothers took their friend and there are four persons inside the car include me. They are planning to play snooker at town. My brother who is driving was very careless and forgot my father advice to drive the car carefully. He turns up the radio so loud and drives with very high speed. Sound like crazy and idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my brother loses control while he is driving. I feel the car turning and my brother cannot control his hand turned the steering wheel. My brother step on the car brake but it is too late. The car crashed with the big tree. The front of the car was crushed.  We are very lucky and thanks to God because no one hurt in the accident. After that, my brother drives home.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrive at the house, my father was really shocked because the car was broken. My father was very angry and he almost slap my two brothers. I’m unable to say anything and I’m in trauma for a week. It was my scared experience in my life. The moral value of my experience is we must respect to our parents and listen to their advice. We also must follow the roadway safety. It was my best and scared experience in my life and I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-656481522986184970?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/656481522986184970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/annaconelia-jonching-4-alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/656481522986184970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/656481522986184970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/annaconelia-jonching-4-alpha.html' title='Annaconelia Jonching ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6dtM6SGMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tzY_PoTrhHM/s72-c/IMG_1849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-2561868251021234994</id><published>2009-10-08T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:13:46.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Armie Rollisa Sinty ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6cOrXnVtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/01wEJn1C7Tw/s1600-h/CIMG2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6cOrXnVtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/01wEJn1C7Tw/s320/CIMG2750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390417579982935762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All people need company to share problem and to give advised when we need. Without friend to company us, we will feel alone and unhappy also stress with their life. Good friend can help us to reach success, but bad friend can make our life destroy and might be influence in bad attitude. So, we must beware to choosing friend.&lt;br /&gt;  Same like other person, I also have a friend. Close friend. Her name is RELISIANTIE RANCHITAC but I call her Senny. Even, she has fleshy body and I have tiny body but we are&lt;br /&gt;Has cute face and look like Chinese girl and has white skin but actually she is Rungus girl.&lt;br /&gt;  We known each other when we are 13 years old (form 1). We become friend just three years but our friendship very close like sisters. We share problem and secret together. We also study together and teaching each other we understand our lesson. She never forgets my birthday. Last year, she brought flour from home and she spread it to me. She said “you are old now, Armies... happy birthday!” I still remember that moment until now.&lt;br /&gt;  We have a same ambition. Each of us want to be a doctor or nurse because we like to help people that suffered. I never thought will live her in SMK Bengkongan. Now ,I school in SMK Kota Marudu 2 while she still in our old school, SMK Bengkongan. Although we are not seeing each other, we still best friend and I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-2561868251021234994?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/2561868251021234994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/armie-rollisa-sinty-4-alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2561868251021234994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2561868251021234994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/armie-rollisa-sinty-4-alpha.html' title='Armie Rollisa Sinty ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6cOrXnVtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/01wEJn1C7Tw/s72-c/CIMG2750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-4621022696045771127</id><published>2009-10-08T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:28:11.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Earon Morris Kundapit ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6a2aGIByI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6VSLoTlZf_0/s1600-h/IMG_1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6a2aGIByI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6VSLoTlZf_0/s320/IMG_1812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390416063517689634" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is not about a hero like in any novel, not about a boy or girl, not about a couple who got break, not about someone who has popularity in school, and it is not about a sad ending. This is about someone who being treated as a loser, as a “nuts”, and as a “nerd”, this is a story about me, as a school loser.&lt;br /&gt;	Firstly, I want to introduce myself, my name is Ryan, I am studying at SMK KOTA MARUDU 2, and I am from form 4A student. Neither I am in the greatest class in form 4 but still I am a ‘LOSER’. I do not know why pupil always calls me that am it always that I am being a coward in school? I feel that I cannot take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;	I always being hated in class, their do not want to make friend with me, when any teacher ask us to do a worksheet in a group, their always left me behind. This makes me so lonely in class, and almost everyday I could wish that I would stand and fight with the storm. “Do not be a loser, just prove that you are not a loser and be strong!” yes this word, this word make me not lonely anymore, it make me happy. This word is from my favourite English teacher. She’s name is Miss Cyntia; She always brought me to a right path. When I am in a critical situation, she always helps me. Maybe my wish came true after all.&lt;br /&gt;	My form 4 year just past, just like miss Cynthia she said that she will moving to other state with her husband. When she said that to me, I&lt;br /&gt;Totally feel like I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would this happen to me, why when I am taking a big exam she left, why? I started to cry on that day. I knew some people said men cannot cry, it just for little girl. I try to hold up myself but I cannot do that. The last word that came out from her mouth is “please make me proud of you, when you decided to win just don’t go back on your word” that why I started to cry, and make my will to success fired.&lt;br /&gt;	Many month past, and the word that miss Cynthia gave me still in my heart and now i am turning 18 and the day that a have been waiting for is now. I have been waiting my SPM result for month, and when I open my result, I totally shock. It not that I got a shockwave, it is because that I got straight ‘A’s on my result. I am very proud of myself and I want to thank to Miss Cynthia and all of his word I will always remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-4621022696045771127?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/4621022696045771127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/bryan-earon-morris-kundapit-4-alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/4621022696045771127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/4621022696045771127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/bryan-earon-morris-kundapit-4-alpha.html' title='Bryan Earon Morris Kundapit ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6a2aGIByI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6VSLoTlZf_0/s72-c/IMG_1812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-399947000437311945</id><published>2009-10-08T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:04:32.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiona Esther Elin Tusai ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6aBvXmCSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YOOgbiJHIgA/s1600-h/IMG_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6aBvXmCSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YOOgbiJHIgA/s320/IMG_1809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390415158695037218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When I was in primary school,one incident happened that I cannot forget until now.The incident happened very fast and I cannot do anything,I only crying and cannot speak like something close my mouth.I felt very guilty because cannot save my best friend from became a victim because of that accident.&lt;br /&gt;     On 30 October 2001,as usually I and the other pupils will go to school.But no one know that the day is the final day for my best friend,Carol.At 11.00 o’clock in the morning,all teachers in my school had a meeting to discuss about our sport day that always held after final exam.So our class is guard with student from year six.&lt;br /&gt;     The student that guard us is Bryan Wong.He is the inteligent student in my school.About 11.20,he do some quiz to all of us in the class.He ask about the mathematical tables and told that who can answer the question that he gave,the student can go back home early.So,when he start to ask I was the first person that answer his question and my best friend is the second person that answer his question correctly.&lt;br /&gt;     So,I and my best friend is the first person that go back home from school.When we went to across the road my best friend want to across the road quickly so,she start to across the road without look left and right then I heard she screamand fall down infront me with open eyes and her body are fully with blood.I saw the lorry and the Toyota car collide my best friend at both side and escape from there like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;     After that accident my family discuss to move to Kota Marudu because I don’t want to eat anything,always crying and don’t want to speak with them.I think I still in shock because of that accident.Another things that make me felt very sad is because that day she dead is her birthday and I cannot gave the card that I do until midnight to her.&lt;br /&gt;    When we move to Kota Marudu the incident still not lose from my memory although I do anything to make this incident go from my memory it will always there.But our promise,our friendship and how she dead  will naver I foget and I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-399947000437311945?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/399947000437311945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/fiona-esther-elin-tusai-4-alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/399947000437311945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/399947000437311945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/fiona-esther-elin-tusai-4-alpha.html' title='Fiona Esther Elin Tusai ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6aBvXmCSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YOOgbiJHIgA/s72-c/IMG_1809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-7220983742553367852</id><published>2009-10-08T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:00:02.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalinah Lolo ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6Yg_ikwaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2aTXtx6_Zs0/s1600-h/IMG_1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6Yg_ikwaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2aTXtx6_Zs0/s320/IMG_1830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390413496588747170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship, it’s mean someone who has a friend.Everyone need friend in their life. Without friend,our life is nothing and really bored.Friend is important to us sharing our problem and friend could be a best listener also can give an advised if our deportment is wrong.&lt;br /&gt; My friend name is CONNIE COOA PANTAU but I called her with her nickname, CONNIE or PINKY.I know her since we were in primary school.Actually we are live in the same village.In school we are active in cocuriculum.We many activities in school together.We sat ia the same school and also classes since standard 1 (primary school) until form 3(secondary school).Now,Connie and I are in form 4 but in the different school.Connie was school at SM TEKNIK KUDAT and I at SMK KOTA MARUDU 2.&lt;br /&gt; Connie is a kind person.She always helped me when some of my friends bully me.She is also diligent student,responsible,and confident. She is also active in cocuriculum, every year she must take part in sport.&lt;br /&gt; Connie and  I always study together. Sometimes Connie came to my house to settled our homework. If our class have an extra class we will went together to school. A few years ago, Connie has a problem. Her grandfather was sick and have to stay at hospital. Her grandmotherwent to hospital and take care of  Connie grandfather. While at home, Connie does not have any companies because her parents at peninsular. At that time,her grandmother want me to company Connie at their house. At night, I went ot slept at Connie’s house.&lt;br /&gt; During holidays, Connie and I always went to Kota Marudu Town to settled our homework. Sometimes we bought a bag. A same bag. Sometimes we talk about our dreaming to become a doctor. Connie told me that she want to be a nurse. We are promise to each other that one day we must achieved our ambition.&lt;br /&gt; Connie is very kind to me. One day, my money was lost from my pocket. I am very sad but Connie always at my side to help me when I have problem. She gave me money to bought a food during rested.&lt;br /&gt; Althougt we are in differend school, we still a friend. Best friend. At my school, I have a new friend as Armie, Piyana and more. Connie is my best friend ever. I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-7220983742553367852?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/7220983742553367852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/kalinah-lolo-4-alpha.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/7220983742553367852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/7220983742553367852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/kalinah-lolo-4-alpha.html' title='Kalinah Lolo ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6Yg_ikwaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2aTXtx6_Zs0/s72-c/IMG_1830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-4061334264754332739</id><published>2009-10-02T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:26:00.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture's Column</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWwPgnAAZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_ysuQbOqY8U/s1600-h/IMG_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWwOtPbr_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/8P6J_m7_54k/s320/CIMG2841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387906295927648242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: transparent url(LINK_OF_PICTURE) no-repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&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/1987764518466042406-4061334264754332739?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/4061334264754332739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictures-column_02.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/4061334264754332739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/4061334264754332739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictures-column_02.html' title='Picture&apos;s Column'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWwPgnAAZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_ysuQbOqY8U/s72-c/IMG_1839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-347751059324736786</id><published>2009-10-02T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:26:00.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture's Column</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWvErz8iiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/I9l0dsEYZ3Y/s1600-h/DSC03038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWZ2QOjCDI/AAAAAAAAABs/WIBxdap-xBU/s400/Moron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387881686566635570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Guys,&lt;br /&gt;The following are your unedited/unrated last assignment. I intend not to do any adjustment to your works as I want you to see the errors that you commit in the essays for yourself. By doing this, I hope you can become more self-conscious of your writing and thus able to figure out what is going wrong with your essays. My personal comment will be follow soon after everyone of you makes your comment either to your own essay or to your friend’s essay. So, good luck everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Mina-san, Gambate Kudasai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-5668152769952212721?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/5668152769952212721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/foreword-from-janius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/5668152769952212721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/5668152769952212721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/foreword-from-janius.html' title='Foreword From Janius!!!'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWZ2QOjCDI/AAAAAAAAABs/WIBxdap-xBU/s72-c/Moron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-2636202899458008874</id><published>2009-10-01T23:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:26:00.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Foreword From Janius!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello Boys and Girls…&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak sempat  nak kata apa2 dengan kalian semua “face to face”. Masa itu aku x sampai  hati pun nak kata. Sometimes I get a bit emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum aku datang kat sekolah kamu I did imagine that aku akan mengajar budak2 yang nakal, yg tak suka bahasa Inggeris. Dan aku lebih suka keadaan yang begitu. Biarlah nakal, main-main dalam kelas yang penting buat kerja yang perlu dibuat. Nothing more I asked than a bunch of lovely students such of you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Setibanya aku di sini aku cuba menjadi seperti diri aku yang biasa. Aku memang excited tapi sengaja tak tunjukkan, takut pula dicop cikgu yang mengada2. Walau kadang2 mmg mengada2. Terus terang aku nak kata kat sini, aku suka kelas 4B the most pada mulanya. Walaupun ada yang tak mendengar tapi aku rasa lebih serasi berada di kelas 4B. Tapi beberapa minggu berlalu aku mula suka dengan ketiga2 kelas yang aku ajar. Setiap kelas ada ciri2nya yang tersendiri yang aku suka. 4A- jerit pun ada. 4D- selalu buat aku ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku sebenarnya tak nak gunakan istilah cikgu sebagai membahasakan diri aku. Perkataan  cikgu itu membuatkan aku merasa bida yang teramat. Seolah2 menggambarkan aku tahu semua dari kamu. Aku lebih suka situasi yang lebih seperti sebuah perkumpulan antara rakan2. Dengan berbuat demikian, pada pendapat aku akan mewujudkan suasana pembelajaran yang  lebih mesra. Aku tak kisah kalau kamu ikut bahasa aku yang agak kasar -macam tahi. Dan aku bangga, walaupun aku berperangai teruk, kamu masih lagi jelas dan meninggalkan sedikit boundary. Maksudnya, tak lah keterlaluan sangat! K r tu. Aku rasa paling dihargai dan berasa seperti cikgu bila 4A datang di bilik guru hari tu, dan 4D minta maaf juga dan bila seorang pelajar 4A minta izin keluar walaupun time tue dia dimarah depan aku oleh cikgu Ajurah. Dan masa last aku kat sekolah bila Aqillah menangis.&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku juga rasa beralah sebab aku rasa macam tak ajar kamu apa2. Aku sebenarnya nak buat sesuatu yang luar biasa kamu lakukan tapi nampaknya tak Berjaya. Dan aku sedar ada diantara kamu yang tak berapa selesa dengan aku. Aku akui aku bukan lah cikgu yang bagus. Standard kampung je. Aku sedih juga bila apa yang aku buat macam tak dihargai tapi bila difikir balik aku paham yang aku tak boleh nak paksa kamu nak suka benda yang kamu tak suka. Tapi aku diam je. Dalam hal ini sebagai orang yang lebih matang, aku harus bertoleransi.&lt;br /&gt;Cuma aku nak pesan kat sini, siapa pun cikgu kamu lepas ni, terima je. Buat dia rasa dihargai. Kamu tak suka pun, jangan sesekali tunjuk kat depan dia. Cikgu mudah terasa dan dia boleh tau. Aku bukanlah cikgu yang bagus untuk kamu suka tapi aku boleh terima perangai kamu. Walau seremeh mana pun benda yang dia suruh kamu buat, buat je. Aku yakin dia pasti ada sebab menyuruh kamu buat benda tu. Dan jangan sesekali kamu tunjuk perangai yang kamu da tau benda tu. Pura2 tak tau je. Dengan ini, aku berharap kamu semua boleh maafkan kekurangan, kecelakaan, kemurungan yang aku lakukan keatas kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up on English!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-2636202899458008874?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/2636202899458008874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-foreword-from-janius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2636202899458008874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2636202899458008874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-foreword-from-janius.html' title='Another Foreword From Janius!!!'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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-1987764518466042406.post-2450628955550876784</id><published>2009-10-01T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:21:33.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Janet Fred Juhim ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWb4iycISI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mq4w-KC6wgw/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWb4iycISI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mq4w-KC6wgw/s320/DSC00637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387883924932010274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have their own story or narrative. I’m also like them, I have my own story along my life. This story I can’t forget it, because it was happened on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, when I wake up I go to bathroom and brush teeth. Then, I help my mother in kitchen to prepare the breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;My mother ask me to wash the plate, I go to wash it. Suddenly, the plate was crack, I involuntary crack the plate. My mother angry me, because her friend give the plate to her as present.&lt;br /&gt;I was very shocked and fear, my mother shout louder at me. I quickly go apologise to my  mother but she pull my ear and scold me. I crying with myself, because I already apologise to her but she scold me again. I feel very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel very sad, because my mother never scold me before this. I brave myself and do my own things that day. In the evening, my mother give RM50.00 to buy my own things. I only buys my blouse and clip hair. I very surprise, because today my mother attitude so different then before.&lt;br /&gt;At 6 o’clock, I already arrived at home. I Very shocked, because have many cars and people at home. I very fear that have any problem happened in there. When I in at home, I very surprise because there are many people such as my family’s and my friends. I also see that on the table have a big fruit cake, foods, drinks and many more.&lt;br /&gt;I already forgot that today is my birthday and I already sixteen years old. Apparently, their celebrate my birthday today so hilarious. I was very proud to my family, because their not forgotten today is my birthday. After that, their give me some birthday present such as teddy bear, dress and many more. I feel very happy.&lt;br /&gt;Then, my mother apologise to me and hug me, because she did not mean to scold and angry me. Today is the day that I feel very happy and thankfully to my family’s and my friends, because their already do this party so happily. Today is the day that that I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-2450628955550876784?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/2450628955550876784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/michelle-janet-fred-juhim-4-alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2450628955550876784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2450628955550876784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/michelle-janet-fred-juhim-4-alpha.html' title='Michelle Janet Fred Juhim ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWb4iycISI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mq4w-KC6wgw/s72-c/DSC00637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-282011665532220461</id><published>2009-10-01T22:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:11:48.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabastanus Kait ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWnXx6yu1I/AAAAAAAAADM/PJFapFXIIRY/s1600-h/IMG_1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWnXx6yu1I/AAAAAAAAADM/PJFapFXIIRY/s320/IMG_1349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387896556197428050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: transparent url(LINK_OF_PICTURE) no-repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Have you ever felt happiness and worry in one day? I lived one of the strangest moments of my life when I went to a summer course with other people. The teachers in this course carried us to visit the Guadalajara's zoo and that day was very strange. A day full of fun became into a worry, because our bus was damaged.&lt;br /&gt;That day at 8 a.m. we went to the zoo by bus, there we sang funny songs and one of the theachers taught us how to do different figures in a piece of paper. After 4 hours, we arrived to the zoo and we went to some games to have fun. We had fun in a rollercoaster among other rides, but then we were tired, so we decided to rest.&lt;br /&gt;We rested in a train that carried us around the zoo to watch different animals. We could see a giraffe that was walking together with a herd of its kind. Also, there were a lot of beautiful monkies and hippopotamus. Moreover, we went to see an amazing dolphin show, in which the dolphins did excellent pirouettes, I liked it so much, because I had never seen a dolphin show in my whole life. After that, we ate a delicious sandwiches and sodas. Later, some of my partners went to different places around the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, they got lost, so we had to look for them. When they appeared, the teacher scolded them, and finally, we had to abandon the place. We were sad, but anyway we were making noise. Suddenly, the bus was advancing slowly and then it stopped, the teacher let us know that the bus was damaged, my partners and I were worried about staying there all the night, but we only were there around 3 hours. After that, the chauffeur could fix the bus and we continued our way, while another teacher told us a horror story.&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful to the chauffeur, because he fix the bus and we could arrive to our homes. I learned that I should be patient in some situations of my life and that not all the things will be ok. We have to think in a positive way to have success in life&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/1987764518466042406-282011665532220461?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/282011665532220461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/sabastanus-kait-4-alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/282011665532220461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/282011665532220461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/sabastanus-kait-4-alpha.html' title='Sabastanus Kait ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWnXx6yu1I/AAAAAAAAADM/PJFapFXIIRY/s72-c/IMG_1349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-3975662966057545101</id><published>2009-10-01T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:17:06.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonesta Mandiup ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWa14Ooi6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Og4LsAZfNGs/s1600-h/CIMG2786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWa14Ooi6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Og4LsAZfNGs/s320/CIMG2786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387882779636173730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many memories that I have had experience along in my life. But, one from it was so special and important for me. In this memory, I was felt happy, funny and also proud of God creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           This memory is still fresh in my mind. It happened during I was a child. At the night about 9.00pm, I was in my house. “Mama, I want to go to aunt’s house. “For what, honey?” asked my mother. “You may go but don’t late get back home”. I was felt very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           When I walked to my aunt house, I look up the sky and saw many shining stars. “Wow, so many stars..uh!..that is Sagittarius star!” I spoke to myself. “Hey, what are you doing standing here? Looking for the stars?” my cousin said. His coming was to surprise me because I not realize his coming. He looked at my eyes and I then stared at him. “Are you afraid of ghost?”&lt;br /&gt;He smiled with a scary look. “Ghost!..arggghh…ghost” I run like a crazy people. “Hey, wait for me.” I don’t care. I run and run away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I knocked the door of my aunt house. “Help! There’s a ghost. Please open the door”. I arrived at my aunt’s house and directly do like that. “Hey, please don’t make a noise. What’s the matter? Are you kidding me you have had saw a ghost” said my cousin sister. “Sorry, but it was true”. She is still angry. “Ok, you may come in now.” During me and my cousin in my aunty house, then I asked my cousin. “So, where is the ghost?”. He smiled. “There’s no such a thing is a ghost. I’m just teasing you”. “How dare you do that” I replied in angry voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           That night, we study together. At the morning, we play together. We go to river for fishing. We also go to jungle to catch a bird and climbing a tree for make a small house. Actually, this is a funniest memory I have ever had in my life. I never forget this. On the tomorrow night, we were at the outside of my house. “Wow, look at that” It was amazing”. We saw one big star suddenly fall off at high speed. That was a meteor and I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-3975662966057545101?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/3975662966057545101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonesta-mandiup-4-alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/3975662966057545101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/3975662966057545101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonesta-mandiup-4-alpha.html' title='Wonesta Mandiup ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWa14Ooi6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Og4LsAZfNGs/s72-c/CIMG2786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-2432690322929918827</id><published>2009-10-01T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:18:59.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siti Firanizah Binti Harris ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWbTk31vDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ap-fnuab3fw/s1600-h/CIMG2805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWbTk31vDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ap-fnuab3fw/s320/CIMG2805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387883289836370994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning to go to picnic because on a few days my brother will go back to KL. I and my younger brother went to school and back on 3 p.m. They are already going to the beach .My brother take us at home after we back from school. During we on the way to there we are drop in at the stall to buy a few of coconuts. I am so angry to them because they are not waiting for me to go to beach.&lt;br /&gt;           During we are arrived at there, they are tell me that they are still not eat because they are waiting for us to eat together .We make a BBQ because my brother-in-law is very expert in cook .After 5 p.m. they expelled the birthday cake and they said happy birthday to my younger brother .I am so jealous to him because he got a lot of present on his birthday. My brother gave him an I-pod and he also got a new handset from my mother. My sister gave him a new bag and shoe but they do not give me anything. I am waiting for my birthday if they give me the same present as him.&lt;br /&gt;           After we take a photo we back with three cars. My mother, my sister and my nieces follow with my brother-in-law. My younger brother and my cousin follow with my second brother .I had followed a third car together with my elder brother and his friend. We are the last car to leave. On the beginning, my brother’s friend asking me to wear a safety belt but I don’t want .Suddenly I fell something not good and immediately I wear a safety belt.&lt;br /&gt;           Before we leaved my mother advised my brother to driving with slowly. During the corner has a one car stop at the road without a signal. My second brother having a time to move quickly to one side so as to avoid the car .My elder brother also avoid the car but we are collided with my second brother’s car.&lt;br /&gt;            During the accident, I close my eyes because I was so afraid. My body was so sick especially at my chest. I go out from the car and I try to not crying. I was so scare but I just quiet because only me are girl at there. All of them are sick too, my younger brother and my cousin are sick at their head while my brother is sick at his arm and his leg. The car is trying to run away from that place, my second brother become mad and the car.&lt;br /&gt;             My brother calls my mother and tells her what happened to us, she was so shock and immediately go to our place. I can see my brother-in-law from the far away. I can keep my feeling and I go to the back of the car, I was crying because I am feeling fear of this accident. When they were arrived, my mother and my sister hug me. They looked so worried to us, they bring me to the hospital because I was vomiting many time.&lt;br /&gt;            At the hospital, I am still crying because I am still fear. The doctor asks me what happened and she checks my chest and my body temperature. I also go to x-ray to check if I have any internal injury. When she already finished checking me, she gives me a medicine. When I go home, I am crying my brother buying me the ice-cream because before we go to picnic he was promised me to give the ice-cream. Actually I don’t want to cry but my brother still not full his promise to buying me the ice-cream so I am crying until he was buy me my favorite ice-cream .I just acting because I’m a good actress if I want something.&lt;br /&gt;            Until now I can’t forget that event, I still can hear the sound at my ears .The event was realize me that we can get something bad although during we are happy. With the incident that happened, I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-2432690322929918827?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/2432690322929918827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/siti-firanizah-binti-harris-4-alpha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2432690322929918827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2432690322929918827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/siti-firanizah-binti-harris-4-alpha.html' title='Siti Firanizah Binti Harris ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWbTk31vDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ap-fnuab3fw/s72-c/CIMG2805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-5722708401488204676</id><published>2009-10-01T22:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:54:11.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Unnamed - ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>I have a wonderful experience in my life namely our journeys go to wedding ceremony at Kampong Paus, Ranau. This village is in rural area and the road also gravel and hilly. We go over there because my aunt was married with her sweetheart, but before this my aunt is already married at my village. We use two buses for our transport.&lt;br /&gt; We start go there at 8.00am.On our journey, sometime we rest for a while to take a fresh air and go buy some food. After that we continue our journey and at same time I eat my sausage that was sold at near the road. I sat at the back and near the window, but beside me that very near the window is my cousin’s Freddie. During I want to throw the plastic sausage that still contains a sauces, it sauces was separates and my cousin is be the victim to be black people……ha….ha it funny.&lt;br /&gt; I’m very astonished because my cousin is not angry with me and he just shows his teeth. After we enter in the rural area, the road is make us not comfortable to sat and during at the condition of the road I think is height that make our transport can’t through it and addition the bus had a weight effort. So we just wait a moment of my uncle because he has a strongest car to push the bus while my cousin and my uncle also push the bus but the stay behind the car.  &lt;br /&gt; After that, we continue our journey but my uncle still wait the other bus to help them. During the journey, I saw an animal that height and eat the grass. ”wah….deer”!!! but in the bus, nothing somebody to give respond what I said. Maybe I think they feel so tired and after one minutes I heard “that is not deer…it goat…ha. ..ha” my cousin said. So what I think is not embarrassing and it just to hilarious condition that make my family in the bus was laugh. Beside that, the best place that we go during our journey is at the Tugu Peringatan Orang Dusun,Nunuk Ragang,Ranau.&lt;br /&gt; Finally, we arrived at the house of the bridegroom at 5.30pm. The place is full with culture and customs. So I feel so tired because have a long time stay at the bus without doing anything. After that, they have prepared food for us. So, I’m really excited because at the same time I will improves my relationship with my other family and I always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-5722708401488204676?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/5722708401488204676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/unnamed-4-alpha_4192.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/5722708401488204676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/5722708401488204676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/unnamed-4-alpha_4192.html' title='- Unnamed - ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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-1987764518466042406.post-1929352554946972795</id><published>2009-10-01T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:27:39.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellista Timin ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6QsKcQvPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FiM-ew0GwW8/s1600-h/CIMG2792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6QsKcQvPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FiM-ew0GwW8/s320/CIMG2792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390404892400598258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the school holiday, and I in year 6.My father want to open a plantation in Kg Muhang so, my father say, that He will wage we when help He to cut the grass and the small tree where when we cut.After my father say like that oh no we all so very happy to help my father. My father wage we RM20 for 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The first day we go, I so very exhausted but my father say, you cannot rest because time to rest is 12.30 pm.So with my tiredness I go cut the grass. After that, my mothers call we all for lunch. I’m so very happy, my father smile when he hear my stomach have any sound like BROKE..BROKE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After lunch my father say just 30 minute, after that we down again to plantation to start our work. From the morning to afternoon we can cut a grass in a big area. My father so very satisfied with us our work, but in the small place we did know why we did want to cut the grass in that place. My fathers say to me, my sister, my brother and my young brother, but no one from us to go there. And my father goes to that place to cut the tree and the grass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In that place, with hand my father cut the grass, suddenly my father say, Boy help me, have a hair enter my hand’, and then my young brother running go to my father and he help my father, but the hair can enter with easy my father hand. After that my father call me to borrow my hair bind’ so I do that. And we back home in Kota Marudu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My father tells to he father, and he father say that have a JIN enter your body, but my father did belief. And now, right leg my father sick.But, he always can do he work. From the day I realize about I must hear what my father say and this incident give me a big lesson to my life. When I see my father leg, and see the place I always remember it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-1929352554946972795?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/1929352554946972795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/ellista-timin-4-alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/1929352554946972795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/1929352554946972795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/ellista-timin-4-alpha.html' title='Ellista Timin ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6QsKcQvPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FiM-ew0GwW8/s72-c/CIMG2792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-182546484120882143</id><published>2009-10-01T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:51:54.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Unnamed - ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>Day to day pass away and likewise with our life but life make we happy,sad,also and interesting and have a mean in our life. Without remembered i think and feeling that the life is not carry mean to youself. Every person has a remembered with is parents, family,and friends.But the remembered has a good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;           When I thinking about my remembered ago,I also happy and sometimes I become so sad.Moment    my age is eleven years old,many remembered with my friends such as I and friends playing football together.At the time my classmate and friends to make every effort for win the competition.All my friends work together also I and we win the competition.All my friends and I also happy with the success that.&lt;br /&gt;         I also happy when I and friends playing at the field. The time we forget  about back to home because busy with playing. The driver bus forget we then we so sad and walk to get back home. When I arrive at home my parent angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;          Also  when I form one,I have many new friends.But I always remember my friends ago,and I very miss they.When form two and three I see my friends long ago.When I can see them and meet them,I so happy and affected when can speak with them.I and friends also to follow one competition.Although I and my friends loose the competition but we also happy and give I and friends experience with competition.&lt;br /&gt;        Finally I remember about my teacher in school.Teacher teach me many things about the real live and when we think about job teacher we also know teacher want we success in life but teacher also teach we about the life.Everyone have a parents and family,but many sacrifice them with we,witout them we no in the world.&lt;br /&gt;          Every person have a story live and I also have story live.Ialso sure and certain that person will remember about story live everybody and I always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-182546484120882143?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/182546484120882143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/unnamed-4-alpha_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/182546484120882143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/182546484120882143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/unnamed-4-alpha_01.html' title='- Unnamed - ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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-1987764518466042406.post-8730050176564733352</id><published>2009-10-01T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:41:01.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michell Dee Bharty Banie( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Sup6756ValI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SPqHW8Lbbds/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Sup6756ValI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SPqHW8Lbbds/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398262272933325394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An experience is one of the most important things that people must have. There’s an enjoyable experience and worst experience thing that happened to each one of us. An experience can also influence to our work, character and even our behavior. As for me, I think experience make my life more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I remember one of my funniest experiences where it’s happened when I’m still in form 3. My three cousins were in form 5 and two more were in form 3 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;The story began when we had just finished take our lunch at our aunt house. After that, my older cousin decides to go for a walk, so we go then. Along the way, we were talking, laughing and suddenly…we heard there’s a dog barking at us at the back. We turn around and look. The black dog are seems want to bite us, thus me and my younger cousin took several rocks to throw at the dog. But the dog was not terrified about the rocks. It starts to run towards us and so we began to run away.&lt;br /&gt;The running session finally ended after 5 minutes. We run until we stopped at our uncle’s pond. Then we sat down and rest. We start to laugh when we remember what just happened to us. The funniest part is we don’t realized how fast we run to get away from the dog.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile we are resting; my younger cousin saw there’s a boat at the pond. She then told us and we decided to ride on it. First, I want to ride it by taking turn but my cousins want to ride it all six. So we get on the boat and start to sail.&lt;br /&gt;When we were on the boat, we got scare and then suddenly we lost our balance and so we fall in the water. Everyone trying to saved each self while my elder cousins were trying to save my younger cousin. But she had a problem while tying to saved her. She got panic and so we jump back into the water again to help her. Luckily the pond was not so deep and it is easy for us to pull each other shirts.&lt;br /&gt;We can’t imagine what happened to us just now. All we think about is want get out from the water alive. We’re not talking to each other for 2 minutes then I make some noise. We start to laugh again. What a bad day we had on that day. First, we been chase by a dog, then we fall in the pond. Luckily there’s no one hurts.&lt;br /&gt;The ending part of this story is where we go home with our shirts wet and dirty. That’s the funniest experience ever and I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-8730050176564733352?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/8730050176564733352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/unnamed-4-alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/8730050176564733352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/8730050176564733352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/unnamed-4-alpha.html' title='Michell Dee Bharty Banie( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Sup6756ValI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SPqHW8Lbbds/s72-c/IMG_1340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-2916766163560953496</id><published>2009-10-01T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:23:32.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny Koh Pui Yi ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWcYAX0OPI/AAAAAAAAACM/p6yLag7gWJg/s1600-h/CIMG2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWcYAX0OPI/AAAAAAAAACM/p6yLag7gWJg/s320/CIMG2769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387884465449351410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early year of 2009, a group of people who was study at University Malaysia Sabah (UMS) was come to my school for our motivation especially for Form 3 and Form 5 student that live in hostel. Form 4 student also have attend but only four person. They are Fiona, Nelly, Daimih and and also me. This motivation takes place at school hall for three days.&lt;br /&gt;      On the first day, we all was divided into ten groups that each group has two facilitator that we call brother’s and sister’s. In my group, I got Abang Ajib and Kak Hanim. Me also got a good group member that leaders is Chalster at Form 5A. I think Abang Ajib and Kak Hanim is a good facilitator because they always helps we all do something for more easily by discussing problems  in group. Besides that, they also give advise rather than telling we all what we want to do.&lt;br /&gt;       At the same time, they also give we all motivation and some tips to be an excellent and brilliant person. We all very happy because get them. When we have a  group activities, we all will cooperate together to do something. For example, we draw a group logo using one marker with many string that need all members in group to move the marker. We all do it very happy.&lt;br /&gt;       At the night of culture, all group will do representation. My group got a catwalk, we all very shy to do it. But hope from our facilitator, we all do it very good. Also at the same time, when we want to represent the meaning for our group logo, my facilitator had to choose me. Thus I’am anxious and tremble, I try to do my best and give the best for me and my group. My facilitator have to compliment  me because of my brave.&lt;br /&gt;        Revenue from this motivation, I start to challenge to do something and be a brave person. I’am very thankful for all facilitator that have give me motivation. Thus, I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-2916766163560953496?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/2916766163560953496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/penny-koh-pui-yi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2916766163560953496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2916766163560953496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/penny-koh-pui-yi.html' title='Penny Koh Pui Yi ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWcYAX0OPI/AAAAAAAAACM/p6yLag7gWJg/s72-c/CIMG2769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-4471774077750926172</id><published>2009-10-01T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:29:46.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasiella Tukiman ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWdwftjUXI/AAAAAAAAACc/fOQaFfoPsTE/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWdwftjUXI/AAAAAAAAACc/fOQaFfoPsTE/s320/DSC00621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387885985690505586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school holiday semester two, because my mother and my father is work so my grandmother invite me and my sister to be on leave at village during five day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We go back at village by sending my mother and my father. Reaching at village, we be greeted by my grandmother and my other relative. Although at my first day I not habitual to stay there but too long i already can habitual to stay there. During my first day at there, on night my grandmother share story with we about her young era and about ghost story. We not having time to continue the story because suddenly the light went out. It’s so scary so we also direct go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On my second day at there, grandmother invite me, my sister and my cousin go to her fruit garden. So many type of fruit that to plant with grandmother and we having time to eat its. On evening, me, my sister and my cousin go to my other relative and friend house. I’m so happy because can to recognize many new friend. At there every evening their always playing badminton and football, so we also join too. On my third day, my grandmother invite we go to my father oil palm garden and cow cage. Grandmother also teach we the way to consume the cow and the way to plant the oil palm. But it’s so infuriate and difficult because so many mosquito and worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On my fourth day, my uncle invite we all and my other relative and friend go to picnic and bathe at beach. A beach landscape is so beautiful, the beach water also clear and cool. It’s also have stone and clear to view the fish while swim. So we all not discharge opportunity to bathe. We reaching at grandmother house already late evening, so can’t go to friend house yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Five day is last day me and my sister at village because today my mother and my father will to fetch we go back to Kota Marudu because have the other affair. Before we’re go back, my grandmother did give we a fresh fruits to carry back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Although only five day we at there, but it very delight and enliven, i got study more new thing and got many new friend. Next time I will be on leave to village again. I’m so happy and I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-4471774077750926172?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/4471774077750926172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/tasiella-tukiman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/4471774077750926172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/4471774077750926172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/tasiella-tukiman.html' title='Tasiella Tukiman ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWdwftjUXI/AAAAAAAAACc/fOQaFfoPsTE/s72-c/DSC00621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-3930223155490313274</id><published>2009-10-01T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:28:24.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Khadizah Razali ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWdflQ_diI/AAAAAAAAACU/DpDwSMACBcU/s1600-h/IMG_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWdflQ_diI/AAAAAAAAACU/DpDwSMACBcU/s320/IMG_1835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387885695123551778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story that I remembered until now is experience to spend a night at hotels La Meridiens kota kinabalu last week during school holiday. People say that the hotel has a ghost because the hotel was an old building and have a renovation from the owner to make it new to become hotel. I don’t believes that story. I decided to spend a night at that hotel because I felt tired for a long journey from Sandakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at La Meridiens in the evening. It was a very dark night but I could see there was a cemetery next to the hotel. I checked in and the receptionist gave me the key and showed me to my room. I left my things in the room and came downstairs. There weren’t many guests. There were only six including me. I sat in sitting room and I talked to the manager, Uncle Wong, about his hotel. I had a cup of coffee and then at 11.00 pm I went upstairs to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Room 11 was on the top floor. I opened the door and turned on the light. It was a very big room, guite old, and yes, it was a bit spooky. There was an old television on a table-but there’s no remote control. I turned on the TV. There was a film on. I was happy to see that it wasn’t a horror film. I decided to watch the film and have the light opened all night. But I was tired after my long journey and after half an hour I went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night I suddenly woke up! It was 2.00 am .The television was off! But how? There was no remote control and I certainly&lt;br /&gt;didn’t get up and turn it off. The light was still on, but suddenly the light went off too. Now I was really frightened. I couldn’t see anything strange, but I could feel that there was somebody or something in the room. I go out of bed and turned on TV again. Little by little I started to relax and I went to sleep again. When I woke up it was morning. I had breakfast and I left the hotel about 9.00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think with my self about what was happened on the last night. I’m sure there was something strange in that room. I can’t explain the television and the light. I want to go home immediately because I don’t want to spend a night again at that hotel.arghh………..i don’t want to see the GHOST……&lt;br /&gt;This horrifying experienced I always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-3930223155490313274?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/3930223155490313274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/khadizah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/3930223155490313274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/3930223155490313274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/khadizah.html' title='Khadizah Razali ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWdflQ_diI/AAAAAAAAACU/DpDwSMACBcU/s72-c/IMG_1835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-4421377759284010849</id><published>2009-10-01T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:43:19.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eveyane Helny Jusitim ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWf6PgLf9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SytoGAj45a8/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWf6PgLf9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SytoGAj45a8/s320/IMG_1828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387888352161398738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a story to tell. A story that still fresh in my mind. A story that my mother told me. Although I never had been there to experience it but I can feels and imagine it so clearly.&lt;br /&gt;         The story event happened on late 70’s where Sabah still lagging behind and a time that English was given priority which enable someone to be in a higher position and get  respected from the society. The story begin with a girl who is my mother cousin named Suilin. She was the youngest child of seven siblings and an orphan since she was a little child. Suilin lived with her brother’s in Kampong Goshen and had early education in English from Goshen Adventist School. When she in form one, she goes to school by an old bicycle from Goshen to Pekan lama school – This school was shared together by SK and SMK.SMK was divided into two branches, the Malay and English educational system. Suilin was in English branch from form one until three. On the LCE examination which now known as PMR, she got Grade A’s and became among top student’s in her school.&lt;br /&gt;         When she is in form four, her desire to continue her study is big but Kota Marudu at that time still do not have form four. So, she registered in one of Kota Kinabalu English school but she facing a problem to find a place to live there. Fortunately, a woman who also lived in same kampong offered to help her finding a house to rent. The house owner was a Chinese’s family. Suilin can go to school like usual and sometimes she also helped the Chinese’s to babysitting their children.&lt;br /&gt;         Month goes by, school holiday came after but Suilin didn’t back to her kampong. Her brother and sister began to worry of her so they go to Kota Kinabalu to meet the house owner and asked where Suilin was. The Chinese’s man doesn’t want to talk more about Suilin’s missing. Then, her brother checked her note books to found out how long does she had gone. The last date Suilin wrote on her books was two month ago.&lt;br /&gt;         Feeling useless talking with the man, they then make missing report at Kota Marudu police department but the police seem didn’t give cooperation on investigating the case. They feel very disappointed. Meanwhile, Suilin’s brother tried to ask the woman about the Chinese’s family background but she refuse to tell. On one night, Suilin’s sister had dreamt that Suilin was been put in a deep dark hole to be sacrificed. That dream looks like giving them an indication about Suilin’s missing. The families of Suilin feel suspicious to the woman after she had built a new house and looked richer than before. So, their uncle made a random guess based on the dream that maybe the woman sell Suilin to the Chinese’s man then he used Suilin as a sacrifice for the Mamut spirit during the opening of Mamut mine. My mother told me that during that opening period; many people were reported missing including Suilin. People said the Ghost of Mamut earth need human sacrifice before letting the miner to mining the earth for brass. Sadly, they can’t do anything to sentence them to jail. Until now Suilin is still missing. We really hope that where ever she is whether she alive or not, may God blessing her. And this is the story of Suilin’s tragic life and I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-4421377759284010849?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/4421377759284010849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/eveyane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/4421377759284010849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/4421377759284010849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/eveyane.html' title='Eveyane Helny Jusitim ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWf6PgLf9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SytoGAj45a8/s72-c/IMG_1828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-7879624984472821526</id><published>2009-10-01T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:13:40.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.A.S.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWoGwZYvvI/AAAAAAAAADU/-pM8uw3chIA/s1600-h/IMG_1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWoGwZYvvI/AAAAAAAAADU/-pM8uw3chIA/s320/IMG_1351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387897363242729202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my share of troubles in school during my childhood days but the most unforgettable one was the time when I walk alone in a deserted road pavement to find my friend. It happened when I was fifteen. It is hard to predict whether I have a good luck or bad luck on that moment. Unfortunately, being an ordinary boy, it is difficult to fight nature law. I can still remember the incident vividly.&lt;br /&gt;         I was enjoyed shopping from the supermarket with the money that my mother gave to me with a great quantity in RM 100.00. I spent in RM 15.00 for buy a domestic items and RM 35.00 for buying a science revision book. The rest RM 50.00, it is for my pocket money. After shopping, I went out from that crowded peoples.&lt;br /&gt;         It was a gloomy evening and I just walking in a deserted road pavement. During that time, some of the Pilipino are selling illegal cigarette at the footway or sitting on the brick wall. While I pass through the pavement my instinct of inkling appear in my mind shows that I will face a great consequence. However, I heed it in a blunty manner and stayed cool, so everything seemed normal.&lt;br /&gt;         Suddenly, two unidentified person in a black uniform with wearing a black sunglasses and both had a strong built body appeared in front of me. They trying to stop me and then I decided to run as fast as I could, without taking a glance my right foot was sprained while running and unintentionally kicked a big rock that stranded on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;         I fall after my right foot sprained. I felt a lot of pain until it forces me to scream. A pain that I never felt before and then the two guys caught me up. I had absolutely no idea about escaping anymore. It was basically a spur-of-the-moment act. I was in pale when the guy with a hoarse voice said to me that he wanted to threaten me for requesting all of my money. The guy who talked to me is a Pilipino because he speaks with me in a dialect of Philippines.  The guy is also holding a knife and trying to stab my back if I didn’t give them all the money.&lt;br /&gt;         I was seized a full of anxious covered whole of my body. So, I agree with them to give all of my money but in one condition they must let me go without any injured and they also agreed. After I give them the money, so, they flee me up.&lt;br /&gt;         Since then, I will always in trauma when I walk alone in a deserted place. If I have to walk in a quite place, there must be someone to accompany with me. This story is based on my experience and I will always remember it.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            AZREED STAYLONE SIMBAKU VII&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                        4 ALPHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-7879624984472821526?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/7879624984472821526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-had-my-share-of-troubles-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/7879624984472821526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/7879624984472821526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-had-my-share-of-troubles-in.html' title='Mr.A.S.S'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/SsWoGwZYvvI/AAAAAAAAADU/-pM8uw3chIA/s72-c/IMG_1351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-2302177938587303136</id><published>2009-10-01T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:56:36.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Belteshazzar Mawilis ( 4 Alpha )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6jnbOFNII/AAAAAAAAAHM/pFxW2eH3xys/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6jnbOFNII/AAAAAAAAAHM/pFxW2eH3xys/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390425701726106754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landslide occurred at 6 a.m. just as we were getting ready for school. We heard a loud rumbling sound coming from the direction of the hill slopes. Although we rushed to the balcony of our apartment on the tenth floor., we could not see anything. The whole area was enveloped in break darkness. I knew that the heavy rain during the past week must have its toll on the hill slopes. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and went about having my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got ready for school, dad called out to us. We rushed to balcony where dad standing. The sun was already up and in the dazzling brightness we could see boulder, the size of bulldozers resting at the foot of the slopes. A neigbour informed us that a major landslide had occurred. We rushed to the basement. We saw that rescue workers were already there and were removing buried vehicles from the rubble. The landslide had also cut off the only access road to town.&lt;br /&gt;Since the only access road could not be used, office workers and school children were left stranded. We were not allowed to go anywhere near the area where the rescue work were in progress. We could not do anything but stand and watch helplessly. There were aso a power failure which meant that we could not watch television.&lt;br /&gt;During the initial stages, we were told that the resident from the two apartment block may be evacuated. This caused resident a great deal of anxienty. Later, when the police, firemen and various authorities met, they decided against the evacuation. Everyone was relieved. We spent the whole day just watching the rescue workers at work. We prayed silently that the episode would soon be over. We were told to go back to our apartment and remain there until further notice. Later that night we were told that the access road had been cleared and that there were no casualties or massive damage to property. We all heaved sighs of relief when we heard this. Mum led us into saying a thanksgiving prayer. We had a lot to be thankful for. As I got ready to go to bed that night I recollected the event that occurred that day. I was glad the day had come to an end and I will always remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-2302177938587303136?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/2302177938587303136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/ma-belteshazzar-mawilis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2302177938587303136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2302177938587303136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/10/ma-belteshazzar-mawilis.html' title='Ma Belteshazzar Mawilis ( 4 Alpha )'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_X9US8c2Xw/Ss6jnbOFNII/AAAAAAAAAHM/pFxW2eH3xys/s72-c/IMG_1316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987764518466042406.post-8825348637460942886</id><published>2009-08-24T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:02:34.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes Column</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;Better relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;A man walked into a therapist's office looking very depressed.  "Doc, you've got to help me. I can't go on like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the problem?" the docotor inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm 35 years old and I still have no luck with the ladies. No matter how hard I try, I just seem to scare them away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friend, this is not a serious problem. You just need to work on your self-esteem. Each morning, I want you to get up and run to the bathroom mirror. Tell yourself that you are a good person, a fun person, and an attractive person. But say it with real conviction. Within a week you'll have women buzzing all around you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man seemed content with this advice and walked out of the office a bit excited. Three weeks later he returned with the same downtrodden expression on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did my advice not  work?" asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It worked alright. For the past several weeks I've enjoyed some of the best moments in my life with the most fabulous looking women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's your problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have a problem," the man replied. "My wife does."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-8825348637460942886?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/8825348637460942886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/08/jokes-column.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/8825348637460942886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/8825348637460942886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/08/jokes-column.html' title='Jokes Column'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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-1987764518466042406.post-8287932135977062584</id><published>2009-08-24T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:56:23.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawak Kah Nie??</title><content type='html'>Don't Worry Masih Banyak In My Country!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa aku balik dari Singapore menaiki keretapi adalah tiga orang yang duduk bersama, dua didepan aku satu kat sebelah. Yang kat depan aku ni, orang American dan disebelahnya orang Cuba. Sebelah aku pulak orang Bangladesh. Dalam perjalanan tu kami pun berborak-boraklah pasal negara sendiri...borak punya borak, tiba-tiba si American ni pun keluarkan duit dollar dia lalu dibakarnya, dikeluarkannya sebatang rokok lalu dibakarnya rokok itu dengan duit tadi, lepas tu dibuangnya duit itu keluar. Terkejutlah semua melihat kelakuan Mat salleh tu tadi... bertanyalah si orang Cuba tadi "Why you do that for?". Dengan selamba mat salleh tu menjawab "Don't worry, I got a lot american dollar in my country".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tercengganglah masing-masing. Belum habis tercenggang, si Cuba ni pun tiba-tiba mengeluarkan sebatang curut (curut Cuba adalah antara yang termahal didunia) lalu dinyalakannya. Belum sempat beberapa sedut, terus dia membuangnya keluar tingkap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you do that for" kata american tadi... "Don't worry, i got a lot cigar in my country".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkejutlah aku dibuatnya. Masa tu aku tengok Bangladesh tu tengah pikir apa nak dibuat pulak. Masa dia tengah fikir. Aku pun apa lagi... tangkap Bangla tu terus aku campak ke luar tingkap....belum sempat dia orang tanya lagi aku pun cakap lah...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DON'T WORRY, I GOT A LOT BANGLADESHIS IN MY COUNTRY"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-8287932135977062584?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/8287932135977062584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/08/lawak-kah-nie_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/8287932135977062584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/8287932135977062584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/08/lawak-kah-nie_24.html' title='Lawak Kah Nie??'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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-1987764518466042406.post-2316101844902451956</id><published>2009-08-24T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:54:05.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawak Kah Nie??</title><content type='html'>Drakula &amp;amp; Ahli Sihir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pada satu hari, Dracula dibunuh dan dia telah dibawa berjumpa ahli sihir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahli sihir enggan membenarkan Drakula masuk ke dalam gengnya kerana dosa2 nya membunuh dan menghisap darah manusia. Saya akan beri kamu satu lagi peluang untuk menebus semua dosa yg telah kamu lakukan" kata ahli sihir. "Saya akan hantar kamu balik ke bumi, TETAPI kamu tidak akan berupa manusia. Kamu hanya akan dijelma ke "benda" bernyawa. Jadi apa yang kamu pilih..?", tanya ahli sihir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. saya nak menjadi BENDA BERNYAWA YANG BERSAYAP DAN MENGHISAP DARAH,heh...heh...heh...". Ahli sihir pun bersetuju dan menukar drakula menjadi KELAWAR PONTIANAK. Ke bumi dracula pergi, terbang ke sana sini sehingga suatu hari dia dibunuh oleh seorang pekebun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi dia dibawa menghadap ahli sihir. "Saya akan memberi satu lagi peluang" kata ahli sihir. "Saya akan hantarkan kamu balik ke bumi, tetapi bukan sebagai manusia atau kelawar. Jadi apa pilihan kamu?". Dengan sipu2 Dracula ini menjawab "Saya nak jadi jugak BENDA HIDUP YANG BERSAYAP DAN MENGHISAP DARAH!". Ahli sihir fikir sekejap dan kata "Kalau itu yg awak mahu" dan menukarkan Dracula menjadi NYAMUK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke bumi Dracula pergi, terbang ke sana sini menghisap darah haiwan sehingga suatu hari SPLAT! dia dibunuh oleh mangsanya. Dracula terasa bodoh sangat bila berhadapan ngan ahli sihir buat kali ke-3. "Saya akan memberi awak peluang terakhir untuk bertaubat" kata ahli sihir "Tetapi KALI INI kamu hanya dapat menjadi BENDA YANG TIDAK BERNYAWA. So,apa dia kali ini?" Tanya ahli sihir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dracula yg masih degil ini menjawab, "ok, ok.. tolong tukarkan saya kepada BENDA TAK BERNYAWA, BERSAYAP DAN HISAP DARAH... heh.. heh.. heh..". "No problem" kata ahli sihir dan terus menukar Dracula menjadi Tuala Wanita WING MAXI PAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-2316101844902451956?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/2316101844902451956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/08/lawak-kah-nie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2316101844902451956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/2316101844902451956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/08/lawak-kah-nie.html' title='Lawak Kah Nie??'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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-1987764518466042406.post-7893880032304450171</id><published>2009-08-23T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:37:28.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Laugh!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is a true story from the Japanese Embassy in US!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, Prime Minister Mori was given some Basic English conversation training before he visits Washington and meets president Bill Clinton...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;The instructor told Prime Minister Mori, when you shake hand with President Clinton, please say 'how r u'. Then Mr. Clinton should say, 'I am fine, and you?' Now, you should say 'me too'. Afterwards we, translators, will do the work for you.'&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;It looks quite simple, but the truth is...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;When Mori met Clinton , he mistakenly said 'who r u?' (Instead of 'How r u?'.)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Clinton was a bit shocked but still managed to react with humor:&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I'm Hillary's husband,ha-ha...'&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Then Mori replied 'me too, ha-ha...'&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Then there was a long silence in the meeting room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987764518466042406-7893880032304450171?l=abdenglishclass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/feeds/7893880032304450171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-for-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/7893880032304450171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987764518466042406/posts/default/7893880032304450171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdenglishclass.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-for-laugh.html' title='Just For Laugh!!!!'/><author><name>English Class KMII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866310439986780185</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>
