<?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-9185212474776151736</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:51:40.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kAiLi_kLuTz!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kaili_klutz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vglhtvpw7xA/R4X8jDrB8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oXdKxJ1Gago/S220/13957-sby.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185212474776151736.post-3080199909018740877</id><published>2008-04-22T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:29:27.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ambitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  When I was young, I had always dreamt to be a skateboarder. I wish to be a skateboarder because I love doing stunts with the skateboard. It looks fun to me. I love to try out new sports such as this because all I saw so far are boys who participate in ths sports but not girls. One day, a girl will surely show boys that girls too know how to ride a skateboard by participating in a competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;       This is my story about how I started skateboarding. One day when I was passing by a shop, I saw some boys who were skateboarding and were doing many awesome stunts. I was amazed by their stunts that they had done and that is when I started to like skateboarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;      I went to ask my father to buy for me a skateboard but he did not want to as if I were to ride the skateboard without knowing the basic, I would fall down and hurt myself. I was disappointed at that time so I went into my room to coll myself down by playing computer games. After a while, I approached my father again and bet with him. I bet him, if I were to passed my PSLE, he would have to buy me a skateboard and he said alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;             &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day I have been waiting for had arrived, my PSLE results are going to be out soon and I can't wait. When my form teacher called out my name, I became nervous and went up to her. She gave me the result slip and congratulated me saying that I passed my exams. I was shocked but happy. I went home happily and when my mum opened the door, she asked if I passed my examination, I pretended  to be and gave her the result slip. She was smiling while seeing the results and congratulated me. I went to call my father and told him to buy me a skateboard as I had passed my exam. When my father came home from work, he gave me a new, nice skateboard. I was so happy, I thanked him so much and practise skateboarding. At first, I was scared of falling but after a while I grasped the basics and tried to do stunts with the skateboard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185212474776151736-3080199909018740877?l=klutzkaili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/feeds/3080199909018740877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9185212474776151736&amp;postID=3080199909018740877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default/3080199909018740877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default/3080199909018740877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-ambitions.html' title='My ambitions'/><author><name>kaili_klutz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vglhtvpw7xA/R4X8jDrB8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oXdKxJ1Gago/S220/13957-sby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185212474776151736.post-5295981334249484326</id><published>2008-04-22T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:13:21.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;      Although some experiences may appear funny, the memories do stay with me for a long time. One experience that remains vividly in my memory even till today is when my friends and i became detectives for a day.I was only twelve years then. My friends and i planned to go to the Ghost Museum in Kuala Lumpur as it was the school holiday. So we packed all our belongings and off we went taking a bus there. &lt;/strong&gt;
    
   &lt;strong&gt;   On the bus, my friends were so irritating that I could not even start reading my storybook. I was so fed up and shouted at them asking them to shut their mouths. After three hours of sitting on the bus, we alighted from the bus at last and reached the Ghost Museum.We were filled with joy as this was the first time coming to Kuala Lumpur.We bought the tickets and went into the museum. It looked spooky inside as there were many scary figures there.&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;       Suddenly, my friends and I saw a shadow of a lady with long hair walking. Out of curiousity, we followed the shadow till a wall and it disappeared in a blink of an eye. We were then asking ourselves how did the shadow of a lady just disappeared like that as there were no doors and it was a dead end. One of my friends was so curious that he went searching for a button that gave access to a secret passage. Suddenly, the wall opened up and there was a secret passage. We wanted to go in but it was already time to head back so we went out from the museum and waited for our bus. We were feeling tired and the bus arrived and brought us back home.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185212474776151736-5295981334249484326?l=klutzkaili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/feeds/5295981334249484326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9185212474776151736&amp;postID=5295981334249484326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default/5295981334249484326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default/5295981334249484326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/2008/04/memorable-experience.html' title='Memorable Experience'/><author><name>kaili_klutz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vglhtvpw7xA/R4X8jDrB8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oXdKxJ1Gago/S220/13957-sby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185212474776151736.post-7872341330264969417</id><published>2008-02-05T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:57:02.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like this picture because it reminds me of my cute cousins when they were at my house on Hari Raya.They were dressed up in their nicest outfit that their father had bought them. On the left was the small brother and on the right was the big sister who is now 6 years old while her brother is now 4 years old. They love each other so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185212474776151736-7872341330264969417?l=klutzkaili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/feeds/7872341330264969417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9185212474776151736&amp;postID=7872341330264969417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default/7872341330264969417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default/7872341330264969417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-like-this-picture-because-it-reminds.html' title=''/><author><name>kaili_klutz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vglhtvpw7xA/R4X8jDrB8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oXdKxJ1Gago/S220/13957-sby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185212474776151736.post-7849454870871852108</id><published>2008-01-30T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:47:32.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I</title><content type='html'>Im Kaili Bte Ali and i am 13 years old this year.My name means caring and it is a combination of my grandmother and my father's name .I have long hair, chubby face,neat and sometimes behaving like a boy. I study in Henderson Secondary School and i am in sec 1. I really enjoy my days in henderson as it is fun.I get to know more new friends and also my new form teacher. My nickname is lime juice as I like to say that word many times but i hate it! My friends always call me that whenever i go to school. I feel like throwing up!! My hobbies are skateboarding, playing guitar and cycling. Its fun to do all this things as it can boost my energy.I like cute animals such as cats,rabbits,cubs.I like joining NPCC which is the national police cadet corp and my friends who i care are Raihana, Xiao Hui, Qian Wei, Farhana, Tamanna and more... I dislike disloyal friends, cupcakes, insects such as lizard, centipede and milipede. It is so disgusting!!! My personalities are friendly, caring, weird, kind and cheerful. Im good in setting computers but bad in Science as it can makes me sleep but not anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185212474776151736-7849454870871852108?l=klutzkaili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/feeds/7849454870871852108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9185212474776151736&amp;postID=7849454870871852108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default/7849454870871852108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default/7849454870871852108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I'/><author><name>kaili_klutz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vglhtvpw7xA/R4X8jDrB8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oXdKxJ1Gago/S220/13957-sby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185212474776151736.post-8907078407091455453</id><published>2008-01-15T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:37:17.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Igumi-Chan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Igumi was a teenager at Shenji High School. She was a cheerful girl. One morning, when she was walking to school she met with Rika Mikoda, a girl that is also studying in her school. That girl was one of the richest student in her school. Igumi have always wanted to talk to her and this is the first time meeting her. Igumi introduce herself and they become friends.

They went to school together, in class Igumi studied designing same as Ika or as called Rika. Igumi cannot sit still in class and roam about without asking for permission from the teacher. She is always being scolded by her teacher because of roaming around and looking out at the window to see her friends from another class.

She also like to jump around like a monkey who has a mad sickness in the
class.Rika was disgusted seeing Igumi who has a mad sickness doing that. The school bell rang "rrringggg!!!".They all rush out from the class and ran back home.At home after taking her shower, Igumi went out to practice playing her guitar that was bought by her father on her 13th birthday. She meet her other friends at the nearest park and they started practising because there will be a talent show on next Wednesday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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Time passed by, that day it was talent show. Igumi and her others friends get dressed up nicely and in that ten minutes, waiting for the show to start they practise playing the guitar.Ten minute passed by,it is time for the show to get started. The host announce our group name that is called 'Klutz'.Before Igumi and her group came out, they could hear the applause and cheers from their fans. It gives them more courage to play their music piece in front of the audience. So, they started playing the guitar.After they and the other groups finishes showcasing their talent, its time for the judges to make a tough decision on which group will be winning the prize worth of five thousand dollars and a trip to Australia.Igumi and their other friends in the group were holding hands together when the host was going to announce the winner.

The host announce" The winner for the talent show is group...'Klutz'!" and they jump excitedly as they we overjoyed. They could hear the loudest applause from their fans and family who have come down to see them playing. Igumi went infront,shaking hand with one of the judges and taking the prize as she is the group leader.After that, Igumi ran to meet her parents, they we happy as she win the competition and have also become a very responsible leader. The next sunny morning, after eating for breakfast her father asked her to buy the STRAIT TIME newspaper.

So, she went to a nearest book store and bought it. While walking back home, she went to read the newspaper. "Oh my god!!!" Igumi was suprise, there was a article about the talent show winners that are of course her group and there was a picture of them. When she reach home, she dash in and called out her father and mother to down.After coming down, she told them about the news and show them the article in the newspaper.They were suprised at first but then they felt proud of their daughter.Then, her father said he wanted to give Igumi a treat at an expensive restaurant. So, he asked Igumi and her mother to dress up and they all went there in a Jaguar car. When they were eating, a girl came to Igumi and asked"Can i have your autograph?" so Igumi replied"Sure!" and she sign her autograph on a piece of paper that the girl gave her.The girl went on asking"Can i have a picture of you?" so Igumi replied again" Sure! No problem" and they took a picture. After that, the girl thanked Igumi and she continue eating her foods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185212474776151736-8907078407091455453?l=klutzkaili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default/8907078407091455453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default/8907078407091455453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/2008/01/igumi-chan.html' title='Igumi-Chan'/><author><name>kaili_klutz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vglhtvpw7xA/R4X8jDrB8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oXdKxJ1Gago/S220/13957-sby.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185212474776151736.post-7966924279003598730</id><published>2008-01-09T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:12:09.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First experience in my sec school</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the first day in school, i was unfamiliar to the surrounding.I nearly got lost in my school, luckily there is a perfect nearby and i ask her for help.She showed me the way back to my class and i thank her. Later in class, i meet many new friends and go recess with them. It was fun and they are funny too.When we all went back to our class, we meet our new form teacher. She was kind,caring and helpful.She even gave us a list of our new friends name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185212474776151736-7966924279003598730?l=klutzkaili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/feeds/7966924279003598730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9185212474776151736&amp;postID=7966924279003598730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default/7966924279003598730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185212474776151736/posts/default/7966924279003598730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzkaili.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-first-day-in-school-i-was-unfamiliar.html' title='First experience in my sec school'/><author><name>kaili_klutz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vglhtvpw7xA/R4X8jDrB8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oXdKxJ1Gago/S220/13957-sby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
