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when i was 16, and just graduated from secondary school, three of my friends and i ventured into the working foray. all four of us managed to secure positions as production line staff in a computer company - manning the production lines, handling the packaging of computer software and hardware. at 16, as much as every working day was an adventure to us, (yes, we were that excited about working our first jobs) there were three things we looked forward to each day - lunch hour, teabreak, knock-off. now, at every teabreak we'd just take out whatever we brought along from homes for the day (usually chocolate bars, biscuits or pastries) and get

when i was 9, i thought this one kid in my class to be really cute. his name was Falla. he had two large front teeth (curse you, adult teeth springing among the small babyteeth) and the goofiest, warmest smile. one day, the girls in class posed a challenge to me. challenge in question - to kiss Falla. now of course, at the tender age of 9, kissing someone of the opposite sex equates to all sorts of yuckiness. and if one were to accomplish such a feat, he/she would be somewhat all sorts of awesome. me being one to never back down from a challenge, immediately came up with a solution to carry out the challenge (albeit, under artistic license).