<?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-18075310</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:04:33.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AnimeRox</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-island.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18075310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-island.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FinalRetail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898675189060973673</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18075310.post-113211720409500571</id><published>2005-11-16T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:46:48.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly, Brenda tripped on something. She picked herself up and saw that she had tripped on a broken signboard which read,"Warning: Do Not Enter". " Hey, wait up!", Brenda shouted, but the other girls had already went far ahead of her. She caught up with them, but when she tried to warn the girls, she was being interrupted by Ka Shun. " What's that?", Ka Shun said, pointing at a very run-down hut up ahead of them. " Let's check it out.", suggested Sin Yan, feeling a little excited. " Well.. I don't really think that's a good idea.", Brenda said, hesitating. "Come on Brenda, don't be such a wet-blanket." Colleen said, nudging Brenda. " Come on, let's go in and check it out." Sin Yan said. Sin Yan went in first, followed by Ka Shun and then Colleen, dragging Brenda hard by her arm. "Wow... cool!", commented the four girls in union. The inside of the hut looks similar to a mansion which was owned by a rich family, except that it was old and dusty. "This place seemed as if nobody lived here for decades.", commented Colleen. "Hey do you all hear that?", Ka Shun suddenly asked. There was a soft creaking sound of a door, which was followed by a loud bang. "Uh oh... damn the door had shut by itself." Colleen said, followed by a very vulgar curse. The four girls tried all means to open the door but to no avail. "Now what... I told you all that it's a bad idea to come! See this is what i mean by curiosity kills the cat!", Brenda shouted in a rage. "Hey, but i didnt expect this to happen...", Sin Yan said, feeling a little guilty. "Guys... stop quarreling. Let's find a way out instead.", Ka Shun suggested, and at the same time trying to stop quarrel...&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/18075310-113211720409500571?l=last-island.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-island.blogspot.com/feeds/113211720409500571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18075310&amp;postID=113211720409500571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18075310/posts/default/113211720409500571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18075310/posts/default/113211720409500571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-island.blogspot.com/2005/11/suddenly-brenda-tripped-on-something.html' title=''/><author><name>FinalRetail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898675189060973673</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-18075310.post-113202675234975293</id><published>2005-11-14T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:55:29.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Four Elements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Come on!", Mr Lee shouted at the four girls-Ka Shun, Brenda, Colleen and Sin Yan. " Stop chit-chatting around!" The four girls quickened their pace and caught up with their class. They were on a school excursion to Sungei Buloh nature park. "Ouch!", Grumbled Colleen, followed by along series of curses. " What happened?", Brenda asked, concerned. "The *f*ing mosquitoes here are really irritating." she grumbled. "I think we are here for blood donation in this darn forest." Sin Yan said slapping a mosquito on her arm. " Hey everyone! Where's our class?,Ka Shun suddenly asked, looking around.&lt;br /&gt;They started running along the walking path thinking that they could catch up with their class, but their class was nowhere to be seen. "Now what should we do?", Brenda asked, worried. " Let's continue looking around first.", Ka Sun suggested. All of them nodded in agreement. They went deeper and deeper into the woods and the forest became more dense. Not long, it seemed as if it was night time. Spider webs were all over the floor. "Yucks!", Colleen exclaimed as some spider webs were entangled onto her leg. She brushed them off her and said, "I think it's best of us to turn back. I'm having a bad feeling about this." All of tham agreed and they turned around, tracking back where they had walked before, but that led themselves even more deeper into the forest instead...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18075310-113202675234975293?l=last-island.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-island.blogspot.com/feeds/113202675234975293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18075310&amp;postID=113202675234975293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18075310/posts/default/113202675234975293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18075310/posts/default/113202675234975293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-island.blogspot.com/2005/11/four-elements-come-on-mr-lee-shouted.html' title=''/><author><name>FinalRetail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898675189060973673</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>
