<?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-4235399279910910671</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:21:09.564-07:00</updated><category term='I wish upon a shooting star...'/><category term='The darkest secrets'/><category term='Kill the one person I hate most...'/><category term='He came back into my dreams to turn it into a nightmare'/><category term='Life is never a bed of roses...'/><category term='Treasure what you have....'/><category term='I keep within me...'/><title type='text'>Starlight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-8758539505981973915</id><published>2010-02-12T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T05:13:12.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wants to cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;12/2/2010 Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everyone including myself is in the festive mood of Chinese New Year. We all can't wait to receive the numerous red packets and eat lots of delicious snacks and food. Some of us may love to see our cousins and relatives again this year. The best of all is the fact that we are given a short break from school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Many of my friends left for their homeland this New Year. I hope they can all bond better with their families. Some went to Indonesia, Penang and perhaps Hong Kong and India? I hope we will all still stay in touch for years to come. :3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now, enough with this long winded talk. Admit it, you are just here for the story. ;) Without further ado~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Retard fics- An Akatsuki School [Hidan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sunthari appealed into ACJC and was immediately accepted. She met the girls in the canteen and they were overjoyed. "You are here! Hooray!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just then, the bell rang. They quickly drew out their timetables and checked for lessons. "Hey, I'm free. What about you guys?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I'm free too." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Only Claire looked really pale. Janice stared at her and asked: "What's wrong Claire? You don't look so good." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sunthari took her timetable and looked at it. Then, she grinned and said: "Uh oh, Claire has a lesson." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Felicia looked up and questioned: "Eh? What lesson is it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Religious Education. I guess it is only given to those without a religion." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They marched Claire off to class and dumped her there. She turned around to find only a small group of students. "I guess there are not much free-thinkers in this school. Hmm... I wonder who is our teacher." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She didn't have to wait long. The door swung open and some of the girls gasped in surprise. Wearing his cloak half-unbuttoned and his silver hair combed towards the back of his head, was Hidan. He glanced at his students with his purple eyes and his mouth curled into a smirk. "Heh. I expected as much." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He sat down on Claire's table and said: "I am Hidan, your religious educator." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The girls in the small class screamed. He glared at them and they giggled. "Right... You are the few who have survived in this world without a religion for more than a decade. However, because of that, Akatsuki has decided that you would become potential followers of Jashin-sama." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He pointed to himself and continued: "I am immortal. I can be ripped into bits and still survive. I'm not interested in disclosing my age to you, but I am very old. And, I still look really young, don't I?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He then got off Claire's table. "I will teach you the ways of the almighty Jashin-sama. If you follow closely, this immortality can be yours." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The class gathered around. He became teaching them to draw the symbol of Jashinism: a triangle within a circle. As he taught, Claire did not pay attention. She was busy day-dreaming about lunch. Just then, she was jolted out of her thoughts when Hidan called her. "I want that girl over there to come here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She looked up to find everyone staring at her. "Er... Yes sir?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I want you to come up here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claire came up and stood next to him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;He then turned to his students and said: "Pain is nothing when you have an immortal body. In one of Jashin-sama's lectures, pain is pleasure to his followers." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He turned to Claire and ordered: "Inflict any kind of damage on me. Only then will you truly be able to understand the teachings of the Great Jashin-sama." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Claire blinked and nodded. She swung her leg around and her foot connected with his- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"YEOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! F***!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hidan was clutching the area where Claire accidentally kicked him. The students saw him jumping around and cried out: "Oh wow! Jashin-sama really is cool! Hidan-sensei is jumping around for joy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"But it looked real painful. I remembered the time I accidentally knocked mine against something. It hurt like hell. Dude, I'm so following this Jashin-sama person!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Class was dismissed earlier because Hidan just collapsed onto the ground. As he was groaning in agony, Kakuzu came over and dismissed the class. However, before they left, he asked: "Could the person who did this to Hidan please step forward? I wish to speak to you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Knowing that she was in deep trouble, Claire reluctantly stepped forward. Once Hidan was transported out to the school infirmary and the students left, Claire immediately tried to explain. "S-sir! I-I swear I didn't mean to-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'What is your name?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Er... Claire sir." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Do you take Home Economics?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Yes sir." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He simply kept a straight face and looked away. Before he could leave, the smile he forced himself to suppress formed on his lips. "I look forward to having you in my class." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just like that, Claire became one of Kakuzu's most favorite students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I FINALLY COMPLETED HIDAN!!! R&amp;amp;R people! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-8758539505981973915?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/8758539505981973915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=8758539505981973915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/8758539505981973915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/8758539505981973915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wants-to-cry.html' title='I wants to cry.'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-5930726123579652366</id><published>2010-02-09T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:37:30.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ying Ting WILL kill me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;9/2/2010 Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I fell sick again today. HAHAHAHAH! My voice sounds so soft, people thought I was depressed. Maybe deep down in my heart, I actually am. Nah... I must give myself some time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I spent a long time going about on how to write this next fic. I had to ask Janice and Felicia to give me some inspiration. Thanks to them, I was able to craft this fic. As mentioned in the above title: Ying Ting WILL kill me for this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Retard fics- An Akatsuki School [Deidara]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Unfortunately, Art is complusory for ALL students. Today, it was the small class of twenty student's turn to attend the art lesson. The previous class stumbled out covered in bits of clay or wearing exhausted expressions on their faces. As they made their way in, bits of clay were everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everyone sat down and patiently waited for their teacher. There were murmurs of: "What's going on with those students just now?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"What exactly are we going to do today?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Who is our teacher? I hope its someone as handsome as Itachi-sensei." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The murmurs stopped and the squealing began when Deidara stepped into the classroom. Janice, Amanda and Claire had to hold Ying Ting down to prevent her from trying to kill their art teacher. Deidara ignored the squealing and did not notice the killer look in Ying Ting's eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Good afternoon un. I'm Deidara, your art teacher." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The squealing started again. A flicker of annoyance crossed his face and he glared at the students. Unfortunately, that brought about more squealing. After the fan girls finally settled down, he began the lesson. "Here, I will teach you to kill with art un. However, you can't kill with paintings or such crap unless you take it and smash it on people's heads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hence, we will use clay in making sculptures to hide weapons un." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He took out a few packs of clay and threw it onto everyone's tables. He then said to the class: "Make something for me un. I want to see your work and will grade you accordingly." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A girl blushed and asked: "Will you give a reward to the best female student who did the best art?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"... Whatever you wish un." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The girls squealed. Ying Ting was determined to lose. She simply made a cylinder and stuck a string into the top. "I will blow that @!&amp;amp;#&amp;amp;@ guy up with this!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At the end of the lesson, Deidara looked around. No one's art piqued his interest, simply because it was what he already saw. When he reached Ying Ting's art, he paused for a moment. "Did you make this un? I gave you an hour and this is what you made?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Yeah? So?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He grinned. "You've already caught the essence of my art: Art is a bang un. You are the best student among everyone." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And he did what many female students wished for, Deidara kissed Ying Ting on her forehead. She ran out of the classroom screaming in pain. He had no idea what he did. He raised an eyebrow and said: "Alright... Class is dismissed un." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The four girls had to comfort Ying Ting, who was emoing at the garden. Then, Claire saw Deidara walk towards the garden. He sat down and fell asleep on the bench. With her speciality in embarrassing him, she decided that there was in fact, a way to prevent Ying Ting from being depressed all day long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Deidara woke up and went to the staff room. Zetsu looked up and was about to call his name when he stared at him. The blonde had no idea everyone in the staff room had their eye on him. That is, until he entered the male's bathroom. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! un." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He fainted. That's right. Amanda, Claire, Ying Ting, Janice and Felicia made him wear a dress and let his hair down. They also put make up on his face and took several pictures of him. Of course, he did not know who did it. Pein was pissed when Deidara had a mental breakdown. He sent him straight for therapy and demanded the therapist that the blonde MUST be back by tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The five students made a lot of money from their sale of Deidara's picture. All art lessons were cancelled for the rest of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No one was allowed to disturb the teachers anymore. Ying Ting remained as Deidara's favorite student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As I said before: Ying Ting WILL kill me. R&amp;amp;R!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-5930726123579652366?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/5930726123579652366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=5930726123579652366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/5930726123579652366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/5930726123579652366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2010/02/ying-ting-will-kill-me.html' title='Ying Ting WILL kill me.'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-1578604188683469723</id><published>2010-02-07T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T06:20:01.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coughing is contagious, so is writing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;7/2/2010 Sunday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tomorrow is the start of hell, homework and lectures. Now, I just wish to become like Riddle and Tare. Guys, I admire you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well... I may not be able to update tomorrow, so here. I have decided to give you another fic over the weekend. Please visit Riddle's blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifesariddle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;http://www.lifesariddle.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;She/He (unknown gender) is a good writer. Take a look into his/her thoughts. :3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Now, without further ado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Retard fics- An Akatsuki School [Sasori]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pein could not believe how his school was turning into an almost complete failure. The teachers are highly skilled ninjas whom could wipe out an entire country if possible. They had decades of experience on the battlefield, skills that no ninja could rival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Two teachers... &lt;strong&gt;TWO highly skilled Akatsuki members&lt;/strong&gt;, were temporarily removed from their teaching post in less than half a day. And it was one verus twenty or a hundred students. Unskilled students who could not even toss a kunai into the wall. He slapped a hand to his forehead. "Sasori better do a good job." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now, it was history lesson. Ying Ting, Amanda, Claire and Janice sat in the lecture theatre. Felicia was busy enjoying the air-con in the library because she didn't take history. However, Janice should be with her. Janice came to the lecture theatre not out of a sudden passion for history, rather for a chance to stare at Sasori. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She squealed when Sasori entered the lecture theatre. He raised an eyebrow and asked: "Do I have only ten students taking History? Pity. I always thought History was more enticing than Geography." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He beckoned the students to move closer and he turned the microphone off. He grinned and Janice squealed again. "I suppose you now know what is college is about. We teach you to kill using oblivious and modern methods. However, this college is not all about practical. Today, I will teach you some theory. We require this knowledge of poisons in order to kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I shall teach you the art of poisoning, as well as the history of art." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Unfortunately, Sasori refused to let them handle any poison. He simply went through slide shows to teach the students about the formation of these poisons over time. Some of the lethal poisons dated back even Before Christ. However, they saw no sign of the history of art. One hour before the end of the lecture, he stopped teaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I select only the best students to take my second module: the history of art. You have to pass a test in order for me to take you in. I want an essay written now. I shall give you the remaining time to tell me: What is art?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The rest of the students simply wrote furiously. Some were able to complete a four page essay, a five page essay. Ying Ting, Amanda, Claire and Janice simply fell asleep. Sasori did not bother waking them up. When the time was almost up, the four girls woke up and scribbled just one line on their paper. Sasori rolled his eyes and murmured: "Those girls are going to fail." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At the end of the lesson, he had a hard time trying to get out of the lecture theatre. Janice hugged him tightly and squealed: "Kyaaa! Sasori-sensei!!!!!!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Get off me. I simply have no time to entertain you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Janice simply clung on tighter. After hours of shaking Janice off, he was finally able to mark the scripts in peace. Sasori did not pass the students who wrote the long essays. "They did not capture the essence of art." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then, he sighed when he saw the single line on the four girl's essays. However, he had to be fair. He picked it up. When he read the sentence, his hand stopped moving. His eyes read the sentence of all four girl's papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The next day, the results were out. Janice, Ying Ting, Claire and Amanda scored full marks for their essay and were the only ones who could enter the module. And this was what the paper looked like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Q: What is art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Art is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remarks: An excellent insight. You have excelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sasori was nearly fired for that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&amp;amp;R ^w^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-1578604188683469723?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/1578604188683469723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=1578604188683469723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/1578604188683469723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/1578604188683469723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2010/02/coughing-is-contagious-so-is-writing.html' title='Coughing is contagious, so is writing!'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-2865101802954395366</id><published>2010-02-06T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:23:45.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6/1/2010 Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I spent the day preparing for Chinese New Year. I really can't wait! Also, my two friends were bugging me to continue the Akatsuki story. I shall acceed to their request. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;However, I do have a wish. I do hope more of my friends could at least come take a look at my stories. D: Without further ado, enjoy the next part~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Retard fic- An Akatsuki School [Kisame]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The next lesson was complusory for all students. However, only a group of twenty showed up as the rest were at their lessons. This year, only a hundred students were chosen among millions to take up the elite courses at the college. What will they do this round? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kisame led them to a lake at the back of the school. Felicia and Amanda blinked. When did this Junior College own a lake?! Kisame turned to them and grinned. "Today, I will teach you fishing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The students gasped. Fishing? Is this even a subject? He laughed at the puzzled look on their faces. "Believe it or not, fishing is also a weapon to kill." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He pointed towards the lake. The students gasped again when they saw eyes poking out from the water. "Those," Kisame explained. "Are freshwater crocodiles, the most fearsome crocodiles ever. Thankfully, they are only available in the asia region. This, is how we kill." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kisame took up a fishing rod and pointed towards a sack at the distance. He threw his fishing rod. Within a flash, the sack fell into the waters and was torn into pieces within less than five seconds. Some of the students trembled and whispered: "H-how did Kisame-sensei do it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He turned around and replied: "I use the hook on my rod to hook onto the target's clothes. With enough strength, you can yank your target into these waters and the crocodiles will do the work for us. The usage of weeds are also allowed." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Everyone was made to practice using fishing rods to pull their opponent down onto the ground. They practiced for hours, yet Kisame was not satisifed. He kept calling out to them to work harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ying Ting got bored of all this practice. She decided to fish. She took up a fish and threw it into the waters. Kisame saw it and was about to reprimand her when his face suddenly turned white. The crocodiles were viciously attacking the poor piece of meat. Then, he screamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Every student turned around to stare at their teacher. He crouched at a corner and was crying. "How? How can you do that to the poor little fish?!?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ying Ting stared at him and replied: "It is dead." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"NO!! Fishies should be given a decent burial! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The wailing caught Zetsu's attention and he had Kisame march straight off into Pein's office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fishing lessons were cancelled until Kisame recovered from his trauma. Another rule was added to the Akatsuki College rules: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fishes will be treated with respect from now on. No fishes will be sold in stores or found anywhere within these premises.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;R&amp;amp;R ^w^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-2865101802954395366?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/2865101802954395366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=2865101802954395366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/2865101802954395366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/2865101802954395366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2010/02/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-6102048307521524807</id><published>2010-02-04T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T03:30:28.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion confusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4/2/2010 Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MY H2- CHEM/MATH and H1- ECON LECTURE NOTES DON'T MAKE SENSE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Senseis, help me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;However, will the Akatsuki be useful teachers in those subjects? Beats me. Enjoy the first official chapter of- An Akatsuki School!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Retard fics- An Akatsuki School [Itachi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Since only Felicia and Amanda took Physics, they went for the Physics lecture in the science lab. There, they saw the very first teacher for the day. He wore the Akatsuki cloak, a garment that teachers of Akatsuki Criminology Junior College must wear. It was a black cloak, covered in the design of red clouds outlined in white. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was a man with black, shoulder-length hair. From the look on his face, he seemed to be a very serious teacher. However, the female students began to squeal. He frowned and activated his Sharingan and the squealing stopped. He walked up to Felicia and Amanda's desk, which were right in front of the teacher's table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You are here," he said sternly. "To learn. Here in this college, we teach you to kill. However, because of modern society, using weapons is no longer an option. We teachers at Akatsuki use everyday objects, theories learnt through common schools to kill. You are selected among millions of students as we see the traits in you to carry on our name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do not wish to see anyone interrupting my lesson in any possible way." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then, he turned to the visualizer and began teaching the topic of relfection and refraction. "We usually use mirrors to kill. Every Akatsuki mem- I mean teacher, carries a laser pen. However, it is a real laser that can cut through anything. Observe." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He placed the mirrors in a certain position. Once he was done, he took out a silver pen. By pressing a button, a jet of red light hit the mirrors and sliced off a strand of a student's hair. He fainted. The class was to get into pairs and to practice using a torchlight. Amanda did the arrangment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When Itachi walked closer to examine their work, Felicia turned the torchlight on. The light blasted directly into Itachi's eyes. He blinked twice before clutching his eyes. "THE HORROR!! ARGH!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He crashed into the mirrors and there were gasps from students. The class was dismissed when Itachi went to pronounce to Pein, the school's Principal that he went blind. Pein rolled his eyes and sent him to the medic to get his eyes checked again. Janice, Ying Ting and Claire were still discussing about something when Felicia and Amanda came back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Wow, that was fast." said Janice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yeah, free period!" Amanda cheered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Future physics lectures were cancelled untilt the next week, thanks to Itachi's own idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How is it? Huh? Huh? R&amp;amp;R!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-6102048307521524807?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/6102048307521524807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=6102048307521524807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6102048307521524807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6102048307521524807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2010/02/confusion-confusion.html' title='Confusion confusion.'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-3784302031208771492</id><published>2010-01-31T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:43:46.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My retardness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;31/1/2010 Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tomorrow is when the ACJC nightmare starts again! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! However, I have to enjoy these precious moments by doing whatever I want! Muahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;First, I wanna thank my friends for inviting me to the SOY cosplay event and the movies this weekend. Seriously, it was the best time of my life in this week. Wahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Secondly, I have to say: I LOVE PERSONA 4 SONGS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Lastly, I shall present to you the first part of my newest series of fics. This idea was given to me by Felicia I think. With my crazy imagination (that is nowhere as creative as Ying Ting, Janice or Amanda's) and my newfound love for the entire Akatsuki team, (Yes, I have to like the annoying Hidan, Deidara and Kakuzu) I created this. Guess what? It is on the spot as well! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;But I do apologise as I can only squeeze a few into this fic. I filled in those who actually knew who the Akatsuki are. Whoever wants their name written in shall sign up on my chatbox. Wahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Retard fics- An Akatsuki School [Epilogue]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Persona 4 opening theme plays* Nah... I'm kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was very quiet within the room. The curtains were drawn, blocking out the sun. The room was cool with the air condition turned on. It was dark and peaceful. The peace and silence was interrupted by the gentle thrill of the five girls' phones. Well, almost all of them were on vibration mode, except Janice's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was playing the Barney theme song, blasting out of the phone's speakers. "I love you.... love me.... Happy family..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Janice, shut that phone." Ying Ting groaned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Janice was still sleeping. Amanda shot out of bed and cried out: "Our posting results are out!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Felicia, Janice and Claire slowly stirred. Felicia sat up with Ying Ting and looked at their handphones. Janice opened her eyes and shifted, going back to sleep. Claire's hand stuck out from under the covers and searched for her phone, knocking stuff down. Amanda was the first to open her SMS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Her eyes flew open when she saw the school she was posted to. "Oh my god! Guys, where are you posted to?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After a series of questions, it was settled. All five of them are going to the same Junior College. The SMS said: "_________, you are posted to ACJC." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's right. They were all posted to ACJC- Akatsuki Criminology Junior College, affectionately known as...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the Akatsuki Crackpot Junior College. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The uniform consisted of, well, a white shirt and a black skirt covered with patterns of red clouds outlined in white. They bought their uniforms and patiently waited for the reporting day to come. The day soon arrived in a matter of a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now, they stood before the gates of their school. What surprises awaits them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a piece of bad news for you all. I will not write until Thursday. ACJC is truly a crackpot school. Orientation till 6pm. The sheer horror of never-ending cheers, games and enthusiasm. Anyway, be patient. I promise to put the first fic as quickly as possible. This concludes my ending message. See ya~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-3784302031208771492?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/3784302031208771492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=3784302031208771492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3784302031208771492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3784302031208771492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-retardness.html' title='My retardness'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-8179439978930433540</id><published>2010-01-30T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T06:21:00.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;30/1/2010 Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;YOU must be surprised why I wrote two posts in one day. It's because... I CAN! Nah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It is due to the demand for the next fic I will write. Hence, I will finish this Halloween fic so that everyone can read the next fic I had planned in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Without further ado, please enjoy the final piece of Disaster Holiday- Halloween Festival! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Halloween Festival [Prologue]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The clock struck twelve midnight. All was very still in the small flat. In various rooms, girls lay unconcious on the ground. Some were lying face-down onto the cold floor. Some were covered in a red liquid that resembled blood. Some lay among sticky white threads. However, three were still concious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One sat on the ground, playing with the plastic bones around her. Two stood in the living room, looking around. Scattered around them were a plastic container containing red substances. Bags containing plastic creepy crawlies and made-in-china bones and other tricks were leaning against tables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A bag containing white, sticky threads rested on an armchair, whereas a costume of some gay looking guy from Inuyasha hung on the lamp. Everyone was eliminated, they won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amanda and Janice hi-fived each another again. Then, they left the house, leaving everyone alone. The Halloween Festival was finally over, and so was the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As both girls walked down the road, they hid a grin. Oh yes, there is always next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~The End~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;As I always say, R&amp;amp;R! Now, for people except Tare and Alien/Havocry/Celsius, you are dying to know what the next fic is about right? Although I guarantee no one except the three of us watches this anime, I will make you love it. Here is the content of the next fic:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As we start school, we receive new teachers. However, who are our teachers exactly? That's right! CLJ/ShadowTamerz/Perzona is proud to present: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;An Akatsuki School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Love it? Wait for it! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-8179439978930433540?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/8179439978930433540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=8179439978930433540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/8179439978930433540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/8179439978930433540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2010/01/final-piece.html' title='The final piece'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-5232689342755482999</id><published>2010-01-30T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:59:45.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOY cosplay event</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;30/1/2010 Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;First of all, I feel like complaining about the ACJC orientation. However, I think everyone had grown tired of my complains. I guess they must be thinking: "Stop talking about ACJC dammit! You think we don't have enough problems you bitch?!" Nah.. I'm kidding. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Second of all, I wanna say: I HAD THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE EVER SINCE JC STARTED! (Which is only two days) I had a fun time with Ying Ting, Janice, Felicia, Ying Ting's relatives, Alice and Sharley in my very first cosplay event. I can't wait to attend a second one! I hope to go to another with you guys again! And... Amanda and Sunthari should make it. D: I hope you do for the next one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lastly, I will continue the Halloween fic. Later, I need a poll. Hahaha. Without anymore crap, enjoy your fic~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Halloween Festival [Wan Yi, Rachel and Claire] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Claire was busying clinging onto the two girls. Rachel could not help but feel scared and said: "Claire, stop doing that. You are making me feel scared too you know." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"That's because I am! I'm forced into this game. I am innnocent." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wan Yi ignored them. She was busy looking around with her torch. Then, she entered a room by herself. She was surprised to hear crunching sounds. Then, she shone her torch down and saw bones. She screamed and jumped back in surprise. Rachel and Claire slowly walked over and stared at the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rachel began to shiver and clung onto Wan Yi. But Claire knelt down and examined it. "Made in China. Yay." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wan Yi and Rachel sighed. Wan Yi murmured: "Let's move on to the next room." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They quickly pulled out and walked into the next room. Rachel did not dare to shine the torchlight anywhere. Hence, Wan Yi took it from her and shone it. They screamed when they saw a skeleton and ran off. Claire shrugged her shoulders and turned around. However, she could not see them. "Oh shucks." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wan Yi ran in separate directions from Rachel. She found herself in the living room and tried to calm herself down. She sat down on the sofa and felt something hard. She slowly turned to the source and found something black and large next to her. She fainted before she saw what it was. The person next to her just murmured: "That was rude." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rachel ran through the corridor, wondering where to go. She then decided to entered the room at her left. She threw the door open and rushed in. Instead of any bones, blood or webs, she found nothing. That's right, nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She walked around and banged into something. It was a mirror. Rachel wondered what will happen until she took a look at the mirror again. And again. And again. Then, she screamed and fainted. That's right. What Rachel looked into was....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"A mirror?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Claire was puzzled. She was sure Rachel was in danger. But she found her friend lying on the ground before a mirror. But it was not just any mirror, it was a speeecial mirror. She looked into it and thought: ".... It is the one used in funfairs. The one that makes you look real fat. Rachel... was frightened from being... fat?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She sighed. She slowly made her way out of the room. Before she could take a step, someone pulled her into the opposite room. She was pushed into something soft, white and sticky. Claire's eyes flew open when she realized she was entangled among a mass of spider webs. She struggled to break free, but she just got more entangled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just then, someone hissed: "You cannot escape." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then, when she laid eyes on the person, she fainted. Another person entered the room and hi-fived the other. Then, she drew out a clipboard and wrote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wan Yi, Rachel and Claire [Eliminated] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Game over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;R&amp;amp;R!! :D So, here is my poll: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Should I continue the final fic in fanfiction.net: Ways to Kill Naraku? And should I continue writing for fanfiction.net? I leave it to you to decide. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-5232689342755482999?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/5232689342755482999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=5232689342755482999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/5232689342755482999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/5232689342755482999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2010/01/soy-cosplay-event.html' title='SOY cosplay event'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-2635543743395326660</id><published>2010-01-25T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:38:55.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The continuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;26/1/2010 Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here, I have decided to continue the Halloween story. Due to the large time gap between the previous fic and this, I have forgotten everything. Do not fear! I have a knack for coming up with the best stories on the spot. XD Ladies, I bring to you the next fic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Halloween Festival [Alice and Min Yee]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Eek!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"What is it Min Yee?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Didn't you hear many 'thump' sounds? I think something is coming this way or... something fainted in front of us!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alice listened carefully and realized Min Yee was right. However, there seemed to be too many 'thump' sounds occuring frequently. "I think those are the sound of footsteps. Quick, let's hide and scare them!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;They backed into the nearest room and waited. Time passed, but they could not hear anything anymore. Min Yee stood up and was about to walk out when she felt something grabbing onto her leg. "Alice, stop holding on to my leg." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"But I'm not holding onto anything." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Min Yee sighed. It must be probably some trick. When she shone the torchlight on her foot, she was shocked. There were white threads holding onto her leg. With a shaking hand, she used the torch to trace the white threads. What she saw next made her faint. The torchlight fell onto the ground and the sound startled Alice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Min Yee, don't scare me like that!" said Alice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She picked the torchlight up and shone the light on Min Yee. She bent down and tried to shake her, but to no avail. "I think she really had fainted." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alice then shone the light on her foot and noticed the white threads. She did the same and screamed when she saw what was at the end. It was a giant spider, spitting out silk threads out of its mouth. She dropped the flashlight and ran out of the room. She tripped over something and turned around to find...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"A... skull?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She stared at it for awhile. Then, a smile spread across her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;While Min Yee lay on the floor, Alice was busy playing with the skull and bones scattered around her. She did not notice the two people behind her. One girl held a clipboard and wrote down the words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alice and Min Yee [Eliminated] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The game was about to come to a close. The other girl slowly made her way in the darkness around Alice and towards Min Yee. She removed the white threads and the large spider, putting them into a large bag she had with her. Once she walked back to her partner, her partner nodded and filled in the last team on her clipboard: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wan Yi, Rachel and Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am a master of write-on-the-spot-stories. Yay! R&amp;amp;R people! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-2635543743395326660?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/2635543743395326660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=2635543743395326660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/2635543743395326660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/2635543743395326660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2010/01/continuation.html' title='The continuation'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-3801467952525108673</id><published>2010-01-02T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T05:16:36.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2nd January 2010 Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for not updating for months. I have several reasons for not doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My 'O' levels&lt;br /&gt;2. I've been travelling&lt;br /&gt;3. My friends wanted to create a youtube channel and post retarded videos of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;4. I have the rare disease (actually common) of: Writer's block&lt;br /&gt;5. I am lazy&lt;br /&gt;6. I am waiting for the world to end in 2012&lt;br /&gt;7. *snore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do promise that I will try to continue the Halloween story. After I have completed making your Christmas presents and unblocked my brain for flow of ideas. I hope that you will be patient with me. Thank You. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-3801467952525108673?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/3801467952525108673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=3801467952525108673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3801467952525108673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3801467952525108673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-4383366782655790052</id><published>2009-07-12T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:19:57.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;13/7/2009 Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well... 3 more months till 'O' levels. I hope everyone is starting to study; even I am trying to catch up with last minute work. I promised some people to continue even though I have no ideas in my head whatsoever. Plus, I seem to have a knack for creating good stories when it is planned on the spot rather than with a plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Not recommended for English essays in 'O' levels. XD Without further ado, enjoy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Halloween Festival [Manisha and Felicia] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Manisha clung tightly onto Felicia. To prevent herself from getting too scared, she began talking to Felicia. "Hey, why of all colors must you wear red? You stand out in the darkness even though there is not much light around!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Red is my favorite color! I don't care if it stands out, I love it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"We'll get spotted quickly like this..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Aww.. come on Manisha, don't be so scared. It's just a game." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She ignored Felicia's words and continued looking around. Felicia continued shining her torchlight everywhere when Manisha suddenly yelped and tightened her grip on her arm. She looked at Manisha and asked: "What is wrong? Did you see something?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She pointed a shaking finger towards the shadows at the far end of the hallway. "I-I-I s-saw something m-moving!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"It's probably Janice. Stop trying to scare us Janice, it's not going to work." Felicia called out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There was no reply. Manisha moved closer towards her friend, her eyes searching for any movement in the dark. Then, both girls saw it. There were people running around them, entering rooms and leaving it. The dark shapes were about to come closer when it stopped. Felicia kept thinking that it was Ying Ting trying to freak them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She stormed into one of the rooms which the figures disappeared into. Manisha nearly shouted out: "No! What if its a ghost?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"There is no such things as a ghost." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When they walked into the room, they found that it was empty. Just then, the door creaked, closing itself. They turned around to find no one. Manisha was very frightened right now. She was backing away when she heard a soft: 'crunch'. Felicia shone the torchlight at her foot and Manisha screamed. She stepped on a cockroach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Felicia sighed and said: "It's just a cockroach. Don't be so scared Manisha." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I hate creepy crawlies!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Manisha jumped when something furry touched her neck. She made Felicia shine the light at her shoulder and Manisha fainted when she saw the object. It was a tarantula. Felicia rolled her eyes and walked over to Manisha to shake her. "Hey, wake up." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fear filled her when she realized that Manisha was actually unconcious. She looked wildly around the room for anyone; it was far too dark. She was about to run and open the door when she stepped on something wet and fell. She raised her hand to her face and her eyes opened very wide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Her hands were filled with blood-the one thing she feared most. She, too, fainted with Manisha. A girl skipped over and placed a hand on her lips. The other girl next to her kept their plastic cockroach and tarantula, but left the blood alone. Then, she took her clipboard out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Manisha and Felicia [Eliminated] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The girl that placed her hand on her lips walked over. She smiled and took the clipboard away from her partner, adding two more names: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Min Yee and Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hmm... I think there should only be three more fics until this holiday ends. Then, I may start on Christmas. Yay~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-4383366782655790052?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/4383366782655790052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=4383366782655790052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/4383366782655790052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/4383366782655790052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2009/07/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-9183414175125434567</id><published>2009-06-17T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:06:41.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;17/6/2008 Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Monday's sleepover still made me real tired. Xue Kun, Bernice and I studied until 2am and talked, karaoked until 5am+ before sleeping. We really have to do this more often. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So, to ease Janice's undying boredom, I will update (Even though I don't have any plans for the next pair). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Enjoy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Halloween Festival [Sunthari and Preeya] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sunthari and Preeya sat in their room, waiting for someone to come in so that they could scare them. To be honest, the Halloween decorations and the darkness did scare them a little, but they reminded themselves that there was no need to be afraid. They stood there for half an hour, but no one came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There were a set of footsteps heard a few times, but no one actually stepped in there. So, this got Preeya very bored. "Hey Sunthari, how long do we have to wait?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Be quiet la you donkey, they'll hear you!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Preeya kept quiet again. The silence began to scare her, so she whispered: "Sunthari, I'm very bored." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Same here... I guess we can sit down and rest for awhile." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I can't see you though, its too dark." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Follow the sound of my voice." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sunthari felt something grabbing her leg and said: "Let go Preeya, it hurts." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I'm not holding you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sunthari didn't bother asking the person for her identity and grabbed the nearest flashlight. She shone it on her ankle and screamed. It was a hand and at the end was... blood. The arm had no body; it looked as though it was torn off someone's body. Preeya saw the arm and screamed as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sunthari screamed: "Get this thing off of me! Preeya help!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Shake it off!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sunthari did as she was told and crashed right into Preeya. Preeya's hand brushed against something smooth and she grabbed the torchlight from Sunthari's hands. She shone it at the object and both girls screamed. It was a bloody foot. Just like the arm, it was dislodged from its body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then, they fainted. The two people watching the scene skipped over to the fainted team. One of them slowly plucked the arm from Sunthar's ankle and the leg away from Preeya's arm. The person placed it into a bag that said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The bloody parts of Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Give your friends the shock of their lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The other person took out a list. She took out a pencil and wrote down something. The list looked like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ying Ting and Suhkbir [Eliminated]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Preeya and Sunthari [Eliminated] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The girl holding the clipboard grinned at the other girl holding a bag of tricks. Once the other girl nodded, the girl holding the clipboard added two more names: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Manisha and Felicia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I apologise for the shorter story. I have no idea what Preeya's fear is, so I decided that her fear would be the same as Sunthari's. Sorry Preeya. Anyways, I wonder what is in store for our next two contestants. *grins evilly*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-9183414175125434567?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/9183414175125434567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=9183414175125434567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/9183414175125434567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/9183414175125434567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-8285223622461683259</id><published>2009-06-13T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:01:02.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;13/6/2008 Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I pity Janice. So, I decided to continue, even though I have no plan whatsoever. Oh yeah Janice, tell the camera girl over there to CONTINUE HER STORY, take pictures of Boogie, and that I've completed 3 chapters Time Sphere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;However, because I lost the list of what everyone is afraid of, some fears may be wrong. I do apologise. So, to end Janice's boredom, enjoy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Halloween Festival [Ying Ting and Suhkbir] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ying Ting was very bored. Sukhbir and Ying Ting decided not to trouble themselves any further and wanted to explore. Their plan: sneak up onto the others and say: Hey people. The average person would be scared of this harmless words when trapped in a dark room full of Halloween decorations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Suhkbir and Ying Ting split up and went their separate ways. Ying Ting walked down the extremely dark hallway. The only thing that lighted her path were the glow-in-the-dark stickers on the walls. They took on the shape of a ghost, a Halloween pumpkin and... a sign that says: 'This way to meet your doom'?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ying Ting was obviously curious. Who wouldn't be? She puffed up her chest and took large strides towards the area it was pointing to. There was nothing Ying Ting was scared of, she took a frog out of the bathroom during the school camp, she tried to kill two large moths. She stared at a lizard until it ran away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When she took one more step into the hallway, she stepped on something very sticky. However, the floor was too dark to see what the substance was. She probably squashed a lizard or maybe a cockroach. Her hand went down to the floor and she felt the warm liquid. It was a large puddle of something, perhaps slime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But when Ying Ting raised it up to one of the glow-in-the-dark stickers, her hair stood on one end when she saw the substance at her fingers. Ying Ting was one of the most fearless people in class; she can walk into a haunted house alone to explore, she could pick up a lizard and make a few girls scream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But what could make her so afraid? Ying Ting may be fearless, there is one thing that she was scared of. Blood. A high pitched scream filled the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The person that hid behind a door giggled and ran off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sukhbir turned around when she heard the scream. It was probably someone else. Ying Ting doesn't scream. She walked around the area, unable to find anyone. Sukhbir decided to go and sit in a room and wait for the game to be over. She opened a door but felt something crawl onto her hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She took out the flashlight she hid in her pocket and flashed onto the hand. She nearly screamed when it was a lizard. She shook it off and ran into the room, looking for a tissue to clean off any germs. Her hand reached out for the table and she accidentally hit something. Something smooth, yet a little prickly. She flashed it again and saw a cockroach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Suhkbir was really freaked out now. She withdrew her hand and wiped it on her shirt. Then, she banged into someone. Sukhbir slowly turned around and the person flashed a flashlight onto the person's face. "Hey people." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Suhkbir fainted. The person raised an eyebrow before keeping the flashlight. She took the cockroach off the table, as well as the lizard that was now lying on the floor. She placed them both in a bag that said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A bag of tricks: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Scare your friends with the plastic creepy crawlies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sorry if your fears were wrong. Like I said, I lost the list. Anyway, don't be upset if that is not you at all. I'm a lousy author when it comes to imitating my subject's personality. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-8285223622461683259?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/8285223622461683259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=8285223622461683259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/8285223622461683259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/8285223622461683259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2009/06/whim.html' title='Whim'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-6871288504230475449</id><published>2009-06-01T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T05:05:49.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/6/2008 Monday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I've decided to update my blog on a whim. Since it's a June holiday (Not really a holiday for the Lit students), I've decided to train up my maths, science and English. Today I just completed my Chinese 'O' level written paper. I'd bet its B3 standard, but I'm hoping for an A2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Alright, since the Valentine's Day story ended, it's time to start the one I've been working on for quite awhile: Halloween! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I've been doing a bit of research on my friends and found out their fears. Watch and be amazed as I turn their fears into retarded stories! [A rabbit pops out of my hair for unknown reasons]. Heh... Oops. Anyways... I need to change the stupid blog skin. Bernice, we should talk more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Halloween Festival [Epilogue]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sunthari was sleeping when something banged against her bed. She fell down onto the floor and looked up to face a grinning pumpkin. She stared at it for awhile before saying: "Is this breakfast?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"No silly! This is a Halloween decoration!" Preeya replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Halloween is December the 24 right?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"That's your birthday, Sunthari." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Oh. Then when is it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Tomorrow! We are all going to throw a Halloween party to celebrate Halloween! Wake up and help us put the decorations; Suhkbir, Ying Ting, Rachel and the others are coming over!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They spent the entire afternoon dressing up the house. By the time they were done, Claire did not dare to take a step anywhere unless accompanied by two people. Then, Alice, Sunthari, Preeya, Min Yee, Wan Yi, Janice, Felicia, Claire and Amanda sat in the living room. They stared at the table, not knowing what activity to host for their guests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Janice raised her hand and said: "Let's play a game! We will bob for apples!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Wasting water and money." said Wan Yi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Dipping your head in the toilet?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"..." said Min Yee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Splash paint all over Felicia's room?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Hey!" said Felicia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alice held up a hand to stop Janice and said: "Something that can be done without wasting a lot of money and is not troublesome to clean up after the party." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amanda shrugged her shoulders and suggested: "Why not make a game whereby two people are to form a team and they must scare as many people as possible? The winner is simply crowned Master of Halloween." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Preeya nodded and said: "I agree with Amanda." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Then it's settled." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The next day, Suhkbir, Ying Ting, Rachel and Manisha arrived. The party started off with mingling, eating and a bit of scaring. Ying Ting was unimpressed with the decorations, complaining that it was not scary enough. Suhkbir went to find a lighted corner where she could read her book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Manisha was telling stories about her family in India, which Rachel, Janice, Claire and Sunthari listened. When the clock struck 8pm, Janice began the game. She explained the instructions to everyone and they began forming their groups: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ying Ting and Suhkbir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Janice and Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sunthari and Preeya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Manisha and Felicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Min Yee and Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wan Yi, Rachel and Claire [The group had 3 people cause Claire was too scared] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When Amanda said: 'You may begin', everyone left to prepare.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hmm.... I wonder what would happen. *grins evilly* *Janice appears out of nowhere with white powder on her face and scares Claire to death* She turns to the audience and says: "Claire will continue with the story, once she wakes up... I think." *Goes to slap Claire awake* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-6871288504230475449?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/6871288504230475449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=6871288504230475449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6871288504230475449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6871288504230475449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2009/06/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-2171186389366194272</id><published>2009-01-23T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:52:25.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the first</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saturday 24/1/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yo! Chinese New Year is around za corner! 4 some reason, I spek liek tis! Ok... Joke's over. At the request of a very annoying person, I've decided to update this dead website. [ARE YA HAPPY NOW?!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways, I've come to wish everyone a happy new year. Plus, here comes the very last part of my Valentine fic. Sorry Alice, I'll add you into the next one. Me apologises sincerely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Valentine's Day Part 9 [Prologue]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Janice happily skipped back home. She was so sure everyone would love their present from her. When she swung open the door and yelled out: "Happy Valentine's Day people!", she could the house in a complete mess. She ran into her room to find it mouldy with an emoing Rachel and Amanda. Amanda was still staring at the computer and Janice skipped over to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"How do you like my present?" she said cheerfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"YOU WHAT-?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"I gave you those cool stuff! And, I gave Sunthari a voice on how to destroy your house! I also gave Preeya a Gay book, Felicia a watch that is actually a bomb, a bathroom full of rose petals for Claire from her 'admirer', a piece of good old rotten cheese for Min Yee, and a pen that squirts ink in your face to Wan Yi!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Janice didn't notice the dumbfounded look on her friends faces and skipped off to the next room. She found Preeya and Felicia clutching their eyes in pain and received a police call that told her to pick Sunthari up from the Police Station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she went to the last room, she found Min Yee sobbing away, Wan Yi with a blue colored face, and a Claire that was busy being unconscious on the bathroom floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Janice stared at the mess she created and exclaimed: "Wow! Some of you guys are even crying for joy and fainted from happiness from my presents! I will give you guys more presents for Christmas! Yay!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;End of Fic no.1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That doesn't mean that its the end of my fics. I have one more that is coming up for ya: Halloween! I wonder what is Janjan gonna do this time. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-2171186389366194272?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/2171186389366194272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=2171186389366194272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/2171186389366194272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/2171186389366194272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-first.html' title='End of the first'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-1501042586901970271</id><published>2008-12-31T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:04:26.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before 2009 post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wednesday 31/12/2008 Exactly 10 mins before 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... this is it all. The year that we (ppl same age as me) prepare and take our 'O' levels is upon us. This afternoon, I watched Bedtime Stories with my friend, Soh Sze Ying, and played two round of bowling. I lost all of them. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a delicious buffet dinner, (It wasn't delicious at all. I hated it) my friend suggested going to another close friend of mine's home, Jia Han [also known as Hanhan]. All our parents were there, but I'm not. I am proud to say that I stayed at home, celebrating with my beloved grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a happy new year. May you have a good year ahead of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-1501042586901970271?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/1501042586901970271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=1501042586901970271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/1501042586901970271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/1501042586901970271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-2009-post.html' title='Before 2009 post'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-5593370701849483541</id><published>2008-12-28T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:36:59.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoilday Spree is over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sunday 28/12/2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alright! I have been to Cambodia [OCIP], Japan [Family Trip], and Melaka, Malaysia.[Christmas Trip]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Best part: I HAVEN'T FINISHED MY HOMEWORK!!! SAVE ME SOMEONE, SCHOOL IS JUST NEXT FRIDAY! (Damn the school, why friday?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I miss everyone though... Maybe school isn't such a bad place after all? Next year is time for... the biggest exam in secondary life... 'O' levels! [Who will be excitied for that? Really?] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have been to quite a few outings with classmates and best friends. And before I show some random pictures, I wanna wish someone a happy birthday tomorrow. Here, lemme give you something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Beckons birthday person to come closer and punches* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy birthday. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I really should change my background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284785751385509602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SVdUpBFhDuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OmnPP7iMiOQ/s320/CIMG0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                               Takoyaki. (Octopus balls) Yummy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284787345132879186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SVdWFyQf_VI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gQkwKL74GUg/s320/CIMG0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                Angkor Wat ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok... that is all I wanna post for now. ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-5593370701849483541?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/5593370701849483541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=5593370701849483541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/5593370701849483541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/5593370701849483541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoilday-spree-is-over.html' title='Hoilday Spree is over!'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SVdUpBFhDuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OmnPP7iMiOQ/s72-c/CIMG0864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-5762383796431329554</id><published>2008-12-16T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:01:45.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wednesday 17/12/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today is the day the song I want is released. Unfortunately, I can't get it until a few days later cause I didn't donate any money to the website. Wakaka~ Anyway, since my friend wants me to continue the Valentine's Day story. Enjoy~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Valentine's Day Part 8 [Wan Yi] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;While Min Yee was still sobbing away, Wan Yi dare not open her present. She was afraid that it would be something useless like that piece of cheese. Still, she had to know what was inside. With trembling hands, she picked it up and tugged slowly at the ribbon. When it unfolded, Wan Yi pushed the box away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"What if its like a bomb? Hey, I thought I heard something explode a few moments ago. There was a huge blast of light too and- Focus on the present!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She stared at the box for a long while and took in a deep breath. She immediately threw the cover away and peered into the box. What lay inside took her breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Oh my goodness! It is an expensive ballpoint pen! I've always seen this on television and it costs at least $1000! Whoever bought this must be really rich!" Wan Yi cried out loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She immediately ran over to her study table to test it out. Wan Yi took out a piece of paper and began doodling on it. The pen wrote really smoothly and the blue ink shone against the white surface. Just as she was about to write another word, the unexpected happened. The cap at the end of the pen opened and blue ink squirted out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It splashed onto her face and she blinked twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I HAVE BEEN BLINDED BY INK!!!" she yelled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She ran to the bathroom and washed her face thoroughly. Unforunately, the blue stain would not come off and she was left with a blue face. Wan Yi stormed over to the pen and noticed a tag hanging from it. There, it said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Joe's joke shop: the ink squirting pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;trick your friends and make their face turn blue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lol... Hee hee... Sorry Wan Yi if its too short. I planned this one too. For some reason, everything that I plan always comes out short. Oh well... Enjoy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-5762383796431329554?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/5762383796431329554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=5762383796431329554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/5762383796431329554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/5762383796431329554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/story-time.html' title='Story time'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-121112989198040285</id><published>2008-12-14T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:01:05.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two third through Hoilday rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Monday 15/12/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;After two long holidays simultaneously, I have returned from my second last trip: Japan. Details of the events have happened in Cambodia have been recorded down in my journal. Whereas, the details of my Japan trip have been put into videos and pictures. Hell, I'm too lazy to write. I have an unexpected last trip to make as it was thrown at me while I was in Japan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The trip is a christmas trip: 25 dec- 26 dec in Malaysia, Malacca. Believe me, it was really thrown in last minute. And no, I'm not posting any pictures or videos anywhere on the internet. Now, I have a few stuff to do before this holidays truly ends: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;1. I have to change my background for this blog. I'm getting real bored of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;2. Pack up presents so that I can give them to my friends next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;3. Finish all of my stinking homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;4. Start studying, no matter how tedious it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;5. Trim my hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;6. Get the songs I want from gendou. Especially that Naruto Shippuden opening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;7. Burn that Kimono my mom just bought me so that I won't have to wear it for New Year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;8. Answer some questions because our dear friend has just tagged me for it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A. Attached or Single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     What the hell is that supposed to mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;B. Best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Got four of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;C. Cake or pie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Cakey. ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;D. Day of choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Sunday. I've got no lessons, no nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E. Essential item?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     My laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;F. Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;G. Gummy bears or worms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     I don't like sweet stuff. But I prefer gummy bears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;H. Hometown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Singapore, Singapore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I. Favorite indulgence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;J. January or July?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;K. Kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Don't make me cry. I MISS THE KINDERGARDEN KIDS IN CAMBODIA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;L. Life isn't complete without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     I don't really know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;M. Marriage date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;      To hell with ya. I'm never getting married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;N. Number of magazine subscriptions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Reader's digest and National Geographic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O. Oranges or apples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Their juice tastes nice, so does the fruit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P. Phobias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    Plastic toys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Q. Quotes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;R. Reasons to smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     NIL. When you grow older, there is nothing much to smile about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;S. Season of choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    Autumn to winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;T. Tag 10 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Sunthari, Felicia, Janice, Xue Kun, Bernice, Sunako, Sharley Mushie, Cowcow and... some guy that starts with an 'A'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;U. Unknown fact about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     If its unknown, let it be unknown. Some mysteries are best left unsolved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;V. Vegetable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Me likes tomatoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;W. Worst habit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;      Temper management sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Y. Your favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Japanese and my grandma's cooking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Z. Zodiac sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     Libra. Everything must have a balance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Completed. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-121112989198040285?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/121112989198040285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=121112989198040285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/121112989198040285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/121112989198040285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-third-through-hoilday-rush.html' title='Two third through Hoilday rush'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-6132979305500779053</id><published>2008-11-08T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T06:18:21.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredy bored bored, XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saturday 8/11/2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lol... Really boredy bored bored. Wakaka.. Sorry arh... Yesterday, I suddenly didn't have the inspiration to type. So today, I shall continue part 7. Enjoy. ^^ I wonder what holiday I should do next... This one is coming to a close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Valentine's Day Part 7 [Min Yee]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After Claire fainted for at least half an hour, Min Yee and Wan Yi stopped panicking and did the right thing for her; they placed her onto the bed and threw all the roses on her face. Min Yee was about to sit on her bed to wait for Claire to wake up when she spotted a pink box on her bed as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Hey! I think this one is from an admirer!" Min Yee exclaimed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"See, I told you that you will definitely have an admirer! Open it, I want to see if he sent you something sweet like Claire's." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When Min Yee looked at her friend who was lying on the bed, unconscious, one thought entered her head. "Sweet?! She is out cold!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Either way, she shrugged her shoulders and took off the ribbon from the box. Then, she decided to build up the suspence by saying: "Let's guess what is inside this box." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Hmm... A necklace that says: I love you?" Wan Yi suggested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"A teddy bear with a heart?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Candy?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Roses? Okay... no one puts roses in a box..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"A very sweet note with a teddy bear?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"A note asking me out on a date?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wan Yi was getting even more and more excited just by guessing. She grabbed Min Yee's arm and shook it. "Hurry up and open the box already! I am so excited as to what is in that box!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Min Yee smiled replied: "Alright... You don't have to rush me!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her hand slowly moved onto the cover of the box, running her hand across the smooth cover. She examined the design; it was covered with pictures of beautiful roses of red, white and pink. After Wan Yi's non-stop pestering, she finally took the cover off. Both the girls stared at the object in the box. After a minute of silence, Wan Yi said: "You've got to be kidding me."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There, right in the box, was a piece of cheese. When Wan Yi wanted to look at Min Yee's expression, she found her friend stoning at a corner with mushrooms growing around her. [For some reason, the room turned moldy. XD] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"My very first mysterious Valentine's Day present.... I thought it was from a sweet admirer and expected something nice... After all that daydreaming with Wan Yi, it turned out to be a piece of cheese... T_T" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-End- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sorry for this short and crappy story Min Yee... This was done in the middle of the night. It's not that I don't want to put in more effort, I really planned this one! [Unlike the other stories. XD] Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. [Then again... If it is short and crappy, no one can enjoy it. T_T] The second last part: Part 8 will be out! Oh wait... I think OH SHIT! Forgive me, I have one more person to add in. Even though she tried to set up a halloween party in my blog. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-6132979305500779053?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/6132979305500779053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=6132979305500779053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6132979305500779053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6132979305500779053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/boredy-bored-bored-xd.html' title='Boredy bored bored, XD'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-3394338246150044388</id><published>2008-11-06T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T05:18:18.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalala~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thursday 6/11/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today I spent the entire day sitting in front of the computer and playing Lunia. Dainn is surprisingly fun to play with. Then, I just had dinner and a scolding from my father because I sat in front of the computer for the entire day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, here is part 6 of the story. Enjoy... *gulp* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Valentine's Day Part 6 [Claire]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The loud explosion threw the three girls off their beds. Min Yee fell onto her pillow, Wan Yi onto her blanket and Claire... well, fell flat down on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Haiyo, what was that?" Wan Yi asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Felicia and Preegay is yelling so loud somemore. I think they are calling for the police and ambulance." Min Yee said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Claire remained silent; that was the worst wake up call she had ever had. Except for that time when Janice dumped a bucket of water on her head, but thats a different story. She pushed herself off the floor and fell again when her knee hit something hard. Min Yee got off her bed and helped Claire up, asking: "What is that red box?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Claire took the box and took out a marker from her drawer, drawing crack lines through the pattern of hearts before putting it back on her bed. She stormed off to the bathroom but before she could open the door, Wan Yi said: "Claire, how can you be so cruel! Besides, don't you want to see what is inside?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When her friend turned around, Wan Yi had a shock. She looked like some kind of a ghost, a scary one. Min Yee didn't notice and asked: "By the way, what date is it today? How come Claire has a present?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Haiya, her admirer-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Today is Valentine's Day. And this present is probably from the person who tried to kill us with cold water two months ago." Claire murmured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Come on la Claire. Maybe its from an admi-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Say that word again Wan Yi, and I'll slaughter you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With that, she walked into the bathroom without turning the lights on. She raised her head when was breathed in a very pleasant scent. For some reason, with every step she took, she could feel something soft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"What is in this bathroom?" she thought to herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just then, she accidentally stepped on a puddle of water and fell right into the bathtub. To make things worse, it was filled wiht water. It took her five seconds to realize she couldn't breathe and pulled her head out of the water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I CAN'T BREATHE!" she rasped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The bathroom lights went on and Claire saw everything. There was rose petals on the floor, on the sink, the towels and even floating on the water in the bathtub. Min Yee and Wan Yi opened the door and gasped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"WOW! Who did this?" Wan Yi exclaimed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Somebody hand me my box." Claire growled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Min Yee screamed and shouted: "AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! GHOST!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"IT'S ME FOR GOD SAKE! JUST GIMME MY BOX!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wan Yi threw the box at Claire and yelled: "Be gone you evil ghost!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Claire ignored them and opened it to find a piece of paper lying inside. She took the paper out and flicked it open. After reading the contents, she was furious. Who the hell invaded the household just to put rose petals in the bathroom for her?! When she saw the name, she fainted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"HELP!! SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE! CLAIRE DIED!!!!!" Min Yee shouted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That brought even more panic and everyone was screaming their heads off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-End-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think, only those people like Sunthari, Preeya, Alice, Janice and Felicia would know whose name Claire saw. Lol... Part 7 will come out tomorrow. Wait for it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-3394338246150044388?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/3394338246150044388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=3394338246150044388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3394338246150044388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3394338246150044388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/lalalala.html' title='Lalalala~'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-3637982358722345132</id><published>2008-11-05T03:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:29:34.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn you person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wednesday 5/11/2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today, I couldn't make it for the Cambodia meeting and the cinema trip with my friends. Reason: I fell sick. T_T I think the sickness just made me go crazy. This morning, I was hungry so I anyhow went to grab a bun to eat. My grandmother saw that and scolded me. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because, it was supposed to be offered in the temple for my deceased great grandparents. -_- Not my fault, I was hungry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyway, here is the... what part again? I think 5th part of the story. Enjoy it yeah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Valentine's Day Part 5 [Felicia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Felicia laughed and laughed until she accidentally hit her head against another box on her bed. It took her a full five seconds to feel the pain and yell: "Ouch!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was official, Felicia woke everyone in the household up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Hey, it's another box. Mine is red! Maybe it's from an admirer?" she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She crossed her legs and grabbed the box, pulling the ribbon off and opening the cover. Inside it, was another small box. Thinking that it might be just like Preeya's present, which was wrapped with MANY layers of wrapping paper, she thought: "Maybe this one is really, really, really tiny." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She took the box out and shook like, just like what her friend did. It seemed to be a little heavy and quite small. Felicia immediately opened the box and her eyes widened. She smiled and said: "Yay! Someone got me something I've always wanted!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There, resting on a cushion made of velvet, was a red colored watch. The design made the watch look exquisite, getting Felicia to think that it was worth quite a lot of money. Now that she had a new watch, she could throw away the old one as it was going to be broken. She put the red watch on eagerly and admirered it. It looked great on her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She walked over to Preeya, who was stoning at one corner and cried: "Preegay, look at my Valentine's Day present! It is a beautiful watch!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Her friend was took busy being heartbroken to even reply her. Felicia shrugged her shoulders and sat next to Preeya, staring at the watch. Then, she noticed that something was not right. Instead of showing the time, it showed 0:30, 0:29, 0:28 and so on. A terrifying thought crept into her mind and she shouted: "Preegay! I think it's a bomb!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That caught Preeya's attention and she examined the watch as well. "We have to throw it out of the window now!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Felicia followed Preeya's advice and took off the watch, throwing it out of the window. It landed quite a distance away from the block and both girls quickly hid under their beds. They waited for a minute, preparing to hear some kind of loud explosion. But surprisingly, there was a small 'pop' sound in the distance and that was it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;They crawled out from underneath and and peeped out of the window. Felicia went to take a telescope from her drawer and looked at the red object in the distance. And then, it exploded. They were able to feel the heat and stared at the fire quite far away from them. After ten seconds, both clutched their eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MY EYES HURT! I THINK I'M GOING BLIND!!" Preeya screamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! I can't see!!!! SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Felicia yelled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"NO! SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!! SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO KILL US!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"NO!! AMBULANCE!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"JUST CALL BOTH!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"BUT WHERE IS THE PHONE?! I CAN'T SEE!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Oh wait, I see a bit of light in the distance. I think we are dead and going to heaven! I can finally see god!" Preeya exclaimed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Huh? That's probably the flashlight on my bed. SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE AND AMBULANCE!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-End of part 5-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I guess you guys must be wondering: "What happened to all of the poems?" The thing is, I can't be bothered to create anymore. Part 6 will be up tomorrow. I guarantee ya. ^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-3637982358722345132?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/3637982358722345132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=3637982358722345132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3637982358722345132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3637982358722345132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/darn-you-person.html' title='Darn you person...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-3870695967176964491</id><published>2008-11-03T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:30:35.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my little sister...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tuesday 4/11/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;First, I would like to congrats my little sister: Gayle Lin Min for doing quite well (according to me) for her SA2. Congrats Gayle! All 4 of your subjects hit the above 60 mark! And you didn't fail anyone of them (unlike your pre-tests). Your second worst subject [surprisingly math] hit 71/100! I'm so proud, cause I get paid $50! But your science from 70+ dropped to 60-65 range. (Refuses to reveal real mark) so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Total amount I get paid: $50-$50= $0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;T_T. Your English and Chinese remains the same. Just like me for some reason. WAH!! I DON'T GET PAID THIS ROUND!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Second, even though you didn't exactly improve, I still have to hand it to ya. I'll treat you to ice-cream when you come home. Oh yeah... I forgot to get Janice's chocolate chips that I promised her. Either way, congrats all who did better for your SA2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Third, Gayle attended a programme. She was to write a story and at the end of the programme, the book will be published and given to her. Extra copies, $5.... But its over long time ago. The contents of the book is.... wait. [Re-reads the book again and again] -_- Gayle, you copied my ninja story wholesale. Either way, I am so happy cause you dedicated the book to me! (Then again... It's cause you copied my story T_T) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Fourth, I think Felicia is right, I am falling sick. But dude, I'm not DYING. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Fifth, here is another part of the Valentine's Day story. Lunia is starting to get boring cause... CINDY IS NOT PLAYING WITH ME!! WAH!! [Only a few days and I miss everyone already. Hahaha...] Anyway, enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Valentine's Day Part 4 [Preeya] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She fell off her bed when she heard the sound of stuff crashing here and there. Afraid that was a clumsy burglar, she rushed out of the bed and tripped over her package. She landed flat on the floor, causing Felicia to wake up. Her friend scratched her head and yawned before pointing to the package, asking: "What is that?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Preeya sat up and reached for her spectacle that was resting on her bedside table. She put them on and squinted in the dark. The object that made her fall was half squashed and... pink?! Preeya didn't reply Felicia and took the box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Hey Preegay, what day is it today? Is it your birthday?" Felicia asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"No... Let's look at the calender." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Preeya took the calender that hung on the wall and stared at the date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Oh no, it's Valentine's day! I should've got presents for you guys!" she cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Girls, not guys." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Preeya sat on her bed and shook the box. Whatever that was inside it, it was quite heavy and quite a big object. Felicia stared at the present in Preeya's hands and said: "Hey, maybe your admirer sent you this present." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I don't have any! And how did it end up in my room anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe one of us brought it in cause it was on the doorstep?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Preeya's heart was beating quite fast. She had never received Valentine's Day presents from anyone anonymous before. Her fingers trembled as she removed the cover slowly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"What if it really is an admirer?" she thought to herself. "Then again, it may be any one of us giving each another presents. But... What will I do if it is an admirer?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Preegay, open the present already!" Felicia scolded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She took off the pink cover and took out the heavy object. It was wrapped with a pink wrapping paper with red hearts as its pattern. Preeya tore the wrapper off to find.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*drum roll* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Another layer of wrapping paper. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This person is wasting money! Why does he have to wrap so many layers?" Preeya complained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Felicia crossed her arms and murmured: "Just take off the wrapper." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It took Preeya five whole minutes to unwrap the gift for every time she took off one wrapper, another layer would be exposed. After tearing the wrapping paper off, her heart beat accelerated when she saw a shade of dark purple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"This is it." she thought to herself. "The moment to find out what the present is." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When she took off the last layer of wrapping paper, she stared at it before dropping it and lying on her bed, completely heartbroken. Felicia laughed and laughed, so loud that it woke up the three girls in the room opposite them. Preeya's Valentine's Day present was a book. There, printed in large, gold letters on the cover, where the words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"The Guide to be Gay" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope ya liked the story. By the way, the book wasn't my idea, it was Felicia's. I ran outta ideas, so I asked her to give me an idea. I hope you enjoyed the story! The next one will be updated on Thursday I think. Well, see ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-3870695967176964491?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/3870695967176964491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=3870695967176964491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3870695967176964491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3870695967176964491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-my-little-sister.html' title='For my little sister...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-7408924865410388210</id><published>2008-10-29T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:13:37.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thursday 30/10/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My blog loves to come back from the dead doesn't it? Holidays are quite boring. Except for the part where Cindy kidnapped me one fine day and I had a sleepover at her home for one night. Lol... Anyway, here is part III, enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Valentine's Day Part 3 [Sunthari] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She tossed and turned in her own bed. Sunthari finally gave up and pushed herself off from the pillow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Rachel... What is it this time?" she murmured to herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She shouted in pain when her forehead hit against something hard. She sat up straight and rubbed it, staring at a red package on her bed. She glanced at the calender to search for holidays and found one out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Today is Valentine's Day, cool!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She eagerly tore the wrapping off and opened the box, to find a cd. The title was: How to be a Dancer. Sunthari felt a little disappointed; she already knew how to dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Maybe this video can give me some extra tips on how to be a better dancer." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She quietly tip toed out of the room, careful not to wake up Preeya and Felicia. When she walked out of the room, she was surprised to find the living room lights on. But when she walked into the living room, there was no one there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Hmm... Someone is awake... Ah, who cares?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She turned the television on and placed the cd into the cd player. She turned the volume down so that it wouldn't wake anyone up. Then, the programme started: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Person: "Hey you! Do you wanna be a better dancer? Then How to be a Dancer, is the cd for you. It contains your very own personal trainers." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trainer 1: "Hello, my name is Mary Rose Alicia Sue Daphne Belle Laura P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;antene Loreal     Wisma Gucci Prada Louis." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Trainer 2: "Hello, my name is Amy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Trainer 1 &amp;amp; 2: "And we'll be teaching you, how to be Dancer." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Lesson 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Trainer 1: The first step to being a Dancer, is to make loud, unnecessary noises, when you do every single dance step. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 2:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trainer 2: A true dancer, know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;s how to catch things, with their feet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*After 5 very disturbing lessons, the video ended.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"I've never learned that dancers must do those! I want to try it!" Sunthari exclaimed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When she did, she broke every single furniture in the room and made loud noises. She only stopped when the door bell rang and she opened it. A man wearing a blue uniformed asked: "Excuse me, were you the one making loud noises?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"I'm dancing, what do you expect?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The man held up his badge and said: "I'm sorry, you are under arrest for disturbing all the neighbours in the neighbourhood and will be sent to the police office before putting you in a mental asylum of one week." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;In the police office* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Curse you whoever sent me this gift."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Inspired by the video: How to be, Ninja. Go to this link if you wanna read it. By the way, the idea is not mine :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdLCEwEFCMU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdLCEwEFCMU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-7408924865410388210?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/7408924865410388210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=7408924865410388210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/7408924865410388210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/7408924865410388210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/10/part-iii.html' title='Part III'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-6700283014179515854</id><published>2008-10-10T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T04:09:05.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Friday 10/10/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First, I would like to wish Felicia's mom: Happy Birthday. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Second, I have an announcement to make. Starting from today onwards, there will be no more photos or videos published. If you want some, I can send it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Third, some of you must be tired of waiting, so here comes part II of the Valentine's day story. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Disaster Hoilday- Valentine's Day Part 2 [Amanda]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Rachel was still heart broken from the scotchtape present and Amanda was staring at her. Her eyes flickered from the pink box on Rachel's bed, to the scotchtape she held in her hand. After hearing Rachel wailing, she understood what was going on. She was about to get off her bed and comfort her when her leg hit against something hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amanda turned around and saw another pink box, covered with dark red hearts as part of its design. Her head cocked to one side as she wondered: what occasion is it for today? She used her leg to pull the box closer to her and grabbed the silky pink ribbon that tied the box. She gently tugged at it and it came loose, falling onto her blanket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She lifted the cover off with both hands to find a piece of paper, the only thing in the large box. Feeling a little disappointed, she picked up the folded paper and opened it. There, it said:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My clever friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This gift may cheer you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My fellow gaia pal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;There were instructions to a website to receive 500k of Gaia gold. Amanda smiled. She needed the gold, how did the person know? She followed the instructions and typed down the code into a box, clicking enter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;She was delighted that she really received the 500,000 Gaia gold and began buying all the items she always wanted. After equiping her avatar, she leaned back against her chair, admiring her avatar. However, the smile instantly disappeared from her face when she received a private message that said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You are banned from Gaia for entering a hacking code and hacking the website for Gaia gold. Your account will be banned permanently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;She stared the computer as her heart broke into pieces. "Person who sent me this gift... I SHALL TAKE REVENGE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sry for posting an uncompleted post. My internet failed halfway. :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-6700283014179515854?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/6700283014179515854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=6700283014179515854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6700283014179515854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6700283014179515854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/10/part-ii.html' title='Part II'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-6918082012171153769</id><published>2008-09-05T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:49:11.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the September Hoildays...</title><content type='html'>Saturday 6/9/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me recall. For the first few days of the holiday, I did nothing much except to play lunia. Too bad the server is now down. Then, I downloaded Maplestory again because of my friend. Ever since I downloaded that thing, I've been having lots of problems with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was around... Tuesday when I went with Sunthari, Alice and Sharley to go to bowling. At first, I thought it was a public bowling center. It was only then I realised that we are going to a country club for bowling. I heard that it was free because Sharley's father is a member of the club, I hope it really is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first round, I won because of my good luck. But it ran out for the next few rounds because I kept missing the pins. Sharley is the one who kept winning in the end. At the last round, everyone got tired of playing seriously. We either let the ball drop or we squatted down to push the ball. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advantage? When the ball moves slowly enough, it will move away from the gutters. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, on Wednesday, I met one of my best friend: Bernice Ng. It is SO SAD!! Xxk, Mew mew catty and lim cai cannot come lorh! Only the two of us so damn SAD!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we first went to the library to study. But when we explored every part, there wasn't a single space for us to sit and study. In the end, we decided to go to coffee bean to sit and study. I went to buy a drink there because I thought it was rude to barge into a restaurant without buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I studied Bio and Chem while Bernice studied... I think SS and Math? We sat there for hours and bought lunch. I think we ordered a mushroom and chicken fusili. After that, we left the place as Bernice needed to post her letter while I needed to look for my sec4 SS textbook. I couldn't find the textbook. Sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around, we decided to study again. We went to KFC cause we wanted to munch on cheese fries and study at the same time. We did that but left quickly because it was so damn HOT. We went to the library and sat down at the cafe there to study. Bernice felt bad because we were just sitting there without buying anything. I told here that if she wanted to, she can just get a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she did. We spent the next few hours doing math problems, SS, and I studied Bio again. At around... 4:30pm, we went home. I miss all my besties. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I went down swimming with Cindy and Felicia. Janice doesn't want to go down swimming again. They invited me to go to KFC for dinner with them and my grandma said yes. After swimming, I wasn't surprised to find my uncle at the living room. Today, I was supposed to go to my uncle and aunt's house to stay with them for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends came up to my house to play Wii for awhile before I dragged my sister to KFC to eat. After ordering my food, Janice came to KFC wearing a yellow shirt, yellow pants and yellow sandals. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when she took the salad and began eating it. She kept talking about trans fat the entire time. I think we were the loudest group in the entire restaurant. XD They then came over to my house to play Wii all the way until 9pm++. Because my aunt called, saying that they were downstairs waiting for my sister and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend went home and when I reached my aunt's house, I went downstairs and pull my other friends up. XD The four of us had a sleepover at my aunt's house and in the morning, my friends had to leave. They are so busy with tution and CCA. In the afternoon, I helped my aunt to cook spaghetti. I learned how to remove the dirt within prawns and cook them. Even my sister says the prawns are nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4pm++, I went swimming at a nearby swimming complex. My sister found it fun because she kept going up and down the slides. I only swam for 500m before I went to look for her. I love the 50m swimming pool. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, played maple with my friend, lved up to 120++ that fast and then, slept. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-6918082012171153769?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/6918082012171153769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=6918082012171153769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6918082012171153769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6918082012171153769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/over-september-hoildays.html' title='Over the September Hoildays...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-6570029903059530437</id><published>2008-09-01T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:11:12.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasure what you have....'/><title type='text'>My recent August events...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Monday 1/9/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Let me think of the recent major events. 3E has been an... interesting class. We drove our SS teacher up the wall (literally).  After much scolding from our teachers AND my friend, we behaved at the SS teacher was... impressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I heard stories about Sunthari's cell group. And since Sunthari has been asking me to go to her church for a DAMN long time, I decided to go if Min Yee and Rachel wanted to. But since the both of them can't make it, I dragged Felicia along even though she had some problems. I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I went to Singapore Expo, expecting this to be a solemn event. But it was like walking into a free concert, lol... Before the thing started, I met Sunthari's best friend and saw how close they were. That made me wonder, when was the last time the five of us got together? I've never see you people for... almost more than half a year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Her friends welcomed us and tried making friends with me, but I had no idea on what to do. Okay, okay, I admit I am... reserved. Lol... You are all very very friendly, and I had never met anyone as friendly as all of you. Thank you for your hospitality, I really had fun that day. During the whole item, pastors made speeches, including two SOT (School of theology) graduates from Japan made a moving speech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I didn't know Christians do something called: 'tongue language'. There was one guy standing next to me, making weird sounds. Felicia told me that my friend Rachel was frightened of this. Imagine what her reaction would be if she stood in a STADIUM full of people speaking in tongue. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;While Rachel felt scared, I felt like laughing (no offense). It was... weird but I couldn't laugh out loud. I'd be insulting everyone in the stadium. When I told my parents about this, they weren't happy. My mother said that she didn't want me to go to these kind of things and that tongue language was eerie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;After the event, I went with some of Sunthari's friends to go to a hawker center in... I dunno where. We had food and a delicious dessert while waiting for the star guest: Wei Ren. When he arrived he spoke to Wan Yi for awhile before saying 'hi' to Felicia and me. He called me 'Ms Shy'. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway... What is the other event...Oh yeah! I went karaoke with Liling (Cindy's friend), Cindy, Janice and Felicia. Everyone except me was so damn hyper. They stood on the sofa, jumping about and singing very loudly. Liling can be a good singer, but it is such a sad thing that she is pervertic. We sang, ate, drank, played truth or dare. But when the receipt came, it broke our hearts. IT WAS SOOO EXPENSIVE!! *heartbroken*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;That just about sums up the past two weeks. Today, I had nothing to do and played Lunia with Cindy, it was closing tomorrow. I think I offended her greatly when we were fighting at the campfire. I'm really sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As for the next part of the story, I will post it... a few days later. I am receiving no inspiration. See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-6570029903059530437?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/6570029903059530437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=6570029903059530437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6570029903059530437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6570029903059530437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-recent-august-events.html' title='My recent August events...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-6274414311670669451</id><published>2008-08-29T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:22:10.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see stories XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friday 27/8/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lol... As the title suggests, I see my friend Preegay write a story, so I wanna post one too. However, my fellow close classmates may be a little angry when they see this as they may think: This is not me! But hey, I'm making a fool of myself too. XD &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, this story has a similar idea to a story belonging to a fanfiction.net author Scarletfirez or firefly. Either way, this idea belongs to them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm tweaking the story to fit &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;characters in. Enjoy this story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Disaster Holiday- Valentine's Day. Part 1 [Rachel]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Janice never knew that such a kind of holiday existed until she saw an advertisement on television. She stared at the television and read the slogan: The best for your loved ones on this Valentine's Day. Janice ran to her room and took out a dictionary, checking up the mysterious holiday. The dictionary described it as: a festival in which people present gifts to their loved ones. She decided to celebrate that special holiday to show love and care for her nine friends. The best part was, the festival was tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Valentine's Day:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The alarm on her handphone sounded and she quickly turned it off. She sat up in bed and scratched her messy hair, squinting at the time that flashed on the electronic device: 7:30am. Today, it was Rachel's turn to prepare breakfast. She crept out of bed and was a little surprised to see that Janice's bed was empty. At the bed after Janice's, Amanda was still sleeping soundly. Trying not to wake her up, she took a dainty step and almost tripped over something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She quickly grabbed her bedside table to prevent herself from hitting the ground. Rachel turned around and saw a package with a red envelope addressed to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ooh... I wonder who did this." she thought to herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When Rachel opened the envelope, a shower of red glitter fell onto her arms, hands and feet. She took out the red piece of paper within and read the poem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My squirrel friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't be upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cheer up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My gift for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;will heal your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She stared at the poem and at the box. She took off the cover and slipped her hand into it. Her fingers found the cold and hard surface of the object and pulled it out. Rachel stared at her present with her mouth dropped open; the present was a.................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*drum roll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;scotchtape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Oh my god, whoever you are, you really broke my heart! For Valentine's day, you send me a scotchtape! Why, cruel person, why?!" she cried out loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rachel was so heartbroken, she forgotten that someone else was sleeping in the same room as her. Her speech and wailing woke Amanda up from her sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I shall continue the next part, if I feel like it. By the way, today's teacher's day video cre8ed by 4MM still creeps me out. The Catherine part is very, very scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-6274414311670669451?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/6274414311670669451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=6274414311670669451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6274414311670669451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6274414311670669451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-see-stories-xd.html' title='I see stories XD'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-8943984543830230821</id><published>2008-08-22T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T05:24:33.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Friday 22/8/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Today is an interesting day. There was supposed to be a fire drill, but nothing happened because it rained. The rain came on and off, on and off and it was damn annoying. During Social Studies, my teacher: Mrs Tam didn't come. I later found out that it was because she had to attend a meeting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;As another teacher went through the answers for our CA2 exam paper, we asked her to photocopy the answer sheet. However, we were very disappointed when we found out that Mrs Tam refused to print anything for us anymore. You see, she kinda... gave up on us. Or rather she gave in to us to let some inconsiderate people to talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;As the teacher went through the answer, practically half the class was talking. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Manisha&lt;/span&gt;, our class treasurer, asked for people to listen. They ignored her. I yelled at the class to shut up. I didn't know whether what I did was right, but I was feeling angry already. My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Manisha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;criticized&lt;/span&gt; the class on our attitudes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A few of my classmates were angry of course. The Tasmanian devil commented: "It is not the entire class that is guilty! Why must you scold of us!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The other girl, Marrow yelled: "Who are you to scold us?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well, I have one thing to tell you two: Go look at yourself in the mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I have to say that I am really proud of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Manisha&lt;/span&gt;. Those who are innocent can reflect while those who think that you are not in the wrong, you are the people that are dragging us down. Still there is a debate: Did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Manisha&lt;/span&gt; do the right thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sure, many people may hate her now. But hopeful what she did could bring the class to their senses. Poll on it on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tag board&lt;/span&gt; if you wanna. All you have to do is click onto the link: tag. Go ahead if you wanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Some people won't change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;because they're stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Some people reflect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;because they are sensitive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;We can't blame the stubborn ones much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;because its true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That this is the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;the way humans think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-8943984543830230821?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/8943984543830230821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=8943984543830230821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/8943984543830230821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/8943984543830230821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/dizzy.html' title='Dizzy...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-5069825743576197580</id><published>2008-08-16T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:29:48.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sunday, 17/8/2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Since I have nothing else to do, I shall follow Alice and answer the questions on Sunthari's blog as well: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1.The way to win your heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Impossible. No one has ever done it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2.What did you do last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Er... Play com, write stories and fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;3.Do you have the same name as one of your relatives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Nope. But there are plenty of Claire/Clare in my school. Please specify the one you are looking for in my math class or during recess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;4.Are you looking for a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: The obvious answer is... NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;5.One song that's meaningful to you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Er... The song called Legend. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;6.Do you twirl or scoop your spaghetti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: I twirl it in dinners that have important guests, example: My father's friends. Other than that, I just shove it in my mouth straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;7.Do you drink milk straight from the carton?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: When I'm really thirsty, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;8.How long is your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Quite long... Somewhere down the middle of my back, but not at my waist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;9.Do you like Batman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: He SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;10.Who was the last person who told you they loved you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Er... Sunthari, Felicia, Janice and Cindy. Aww.. Isn't that sweet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;11.Addicted to anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Computer and writing stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;12.Do you like anyone now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: When talking about friends and families, obviously I like them. But when talking about crushes, I don't have one up till now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;13.When was the last time you sang out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Never. I only hum the tune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;14.What did you have for breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Er... French Toast!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;15.Is your birthday on a holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: I rather have my birthday on a hoilday. Sadly for me, it is always during examination period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;16.What instant messaging service do you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Windows Live messenger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;17.Can you cook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: For now, instant noodles and french toast. My grandma is gonna teach me to cook the food I love to eat. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;18.Did you have a nap today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Once I wake up, I can't sleep all the way until night time. So, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;19.What was the reason you got in trouble last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Homework, homework and homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;20.What do you wear more, jeans or sweats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Jeans. But sweats when my mom forces me into them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;21.When is your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Go ask Joyce Loke from 3A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;22.Do you swear a lot ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Sadly yes, a bad habit I try to correct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;23.Where did you get the shirt(s)you're wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: From shops my mom drags me into. Especially during big sales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;24.Do you have any regrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;26.What was your first alcoholic drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: I made my dad lemme try some beer. It was horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;28.What color are your favorite shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: NIL. I don't have a favourite shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;29.Who would you like to see right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Er... no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;30.Are you a social or antisocial person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Supposed to be antisocial. But now that I have a considerably large circle of friends at school, does that make me social?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;31.Have the cops ever come by your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;32.Ever been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: You already know the answer: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;33.Ever had braces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Once in Pri.4, another in sec 1. I'm on retainers now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;34.Who was the first person to really break your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: No one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;35.What do you wear to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Clothes, duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;36.Who was your first best friend and are you still friends with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: My first best friend was my classmate and my neighbour. Although she still lives in the opposite end of the floor, I don't speak to her anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;37.Who was the last person to disappoint you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;38.Do you trust people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: They have to go through certain tests first. Although they don't know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;39.Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Just like everyday, my grandmother. I have to greet her everyday. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;40.Who was the first person to text you today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Er... No one. I don't receive calls and messages almost everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;41.What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Wake up, then go back to sleep. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-5069825743576197580?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/5069825743576197580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=5069825743576197580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/5069825743576197580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/5069825743576197580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/bored-again.html' title='Bored again...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-3257665404498559233</id><published>2008-08-16T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:27:06.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, alright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Saturday, 16/8/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Due to my CA2, I was unable to come online and play games or update this blog. However, even though I am very lazy after this examination, I have to update my blog otherwise a funeral procession will be held for it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Organiser of the funeral: Alice Chan. lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Anyway, I learnt quite a few things during this one week. Let's begin with the ten lessons I learnt: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lesson No.1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Studying at the last minute doesn't help. Make sure all your notes are with you. Only then, a last minute study will help. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lesson No.2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My little sister's classmate, Amelia Loo, is the little sister of my friend: Amanda Loo. How come I didn't know that until this week?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lesson No.3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There are more types of people like Amanda back in her hometown. One example: Amanda's friend, Shunatsu. This is the first time I hear a theory on acorns XD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lesson No.4: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hamster are forever cute!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lesson No.5: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ice cream soft toys are the best choice for bringing out into the public. They never attract attention, probably because no one will stare at a 60cm tall ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lesson No.6: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am getting lamer as the day goes by. And because of my lameness, Janice is going to show how I can introduce myself in different kinds of lame ways. These are things I'll never do or say until my head cracks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lesson No.7: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After doing some research and doing probability sums, I had just found out that my chance of passing one subject nonetheless equals to 0%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lesson No.8: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Malaysia, the country that brings out the Malay in sia. [not meant to offend anyone]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lesson No.9: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The reason I hate having a blog: it is always under the threat of funerals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lesson No.10: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now that I look closely, Ignatius does look like a girl, with manly parts (Really?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-3257665404498559233?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/3257665404498559233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=3257665404498559233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3257665404498559233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3257665404498559233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/alright-alright.html' title='Alright, alright.'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-1946203266086324269</id><published>2008-08-09T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:45:28.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is never a bed of roses...'/><title type='text'>Friendship Depression Week, lol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; Saturday, Singapore National Day 9/8/2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;First of all, I would like to say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SINGAPORE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today was kinda boring except that I received an sms from Preeya after Alice informed me in msn. Heres the thing, [real names will not be revealed but for my classmates, you should know who is who]: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;P was acting... strange for the past few days. She was focused and serious in her studies, but too serious. I won't go into that particular event except for this one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As we had the inter-class competiton, our class had nothing better to do than go participate. :) Although I had to admit that the dance wasn't so great, I cannot comment much to them. But I think P must be possessed to do this: she went up to the Tasmanian Devil and told her straight to her face that their dance wasn't good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I didn't learn of this until my friends told me. At first, I didn't want to believe it. P will never do such a thing. Perhaps it was because she was under stress, but she did it alright. Tasmania was obviously angry. But P tried to apologise to the devil but she rejected the apology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I don't understand for what reason, P seems to be... away from us. I knew that there will always be obstacles ahead to test our friendship with one another. This was one of them. Anyway, the sms was regarding that matter. I didn't understand when she asked if we would trust which side of the story.  I mean, there was only one view, unless Tasmania gave another version.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Either way, P, you should know this, all of us: Sunthari, Rachel, Janice, Min Yee, Alice, Wan Yi, me and many more people in our group will definitely trust you.  No matter what difficulties or misunderstandings you have, we will solve it together. After all, as Sunthari mentioned in her blog, what are friends for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-1946203266086324269?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/1946203266086324269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=1946203266086324269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/1946203266086324269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/1946203266086324269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/friendship-depression-week-lol.html' title='Friendship Depression Week, lol...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-3100157806155538060</id><published>2008-08-04T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:56:38.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The darkest secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I keep within me...'/><title type='text'>Busy, busy, sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Monday, 4/8/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was so so so busy... During the weekends, we didn't do much about our PBL project. But today, we rushed it in the night, for example right now. National Day is coming up and I'm the one hoisting the National Flag for the ceremony. Because I had never raised a flag before, I am forced to raise one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After CCA, I went home with Felicia, Janice and Cindy. She was so sick today; she made something for D&amp;amp;T and I tried to guess what she made. When I said that it looked like a bed, Cindy started giggling. It was obvious she was thinking of something dirty. But Janice herself blurted it out (I won't tell you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was yelling at her that she was sick but Cindy made an even more sicker comment. I am proud of myself for not vomitting after hearing it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I reached home, showered and ate my dinner. I asked my mother for permission to use this laptop to discuss the project with my team mates, like right now. As I am thinking of ideas for our presentation, I am typing this XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now for my thoughts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preegay is kinda... distant. For the first half of the year, she would become hyper and funny, something all of us liked. Sometimes, she would tell us that she would get serious and study hard for the exams. Still, she never lost her hyperness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she starts hanging out with Ying Ting and Sukbir, not that I mind. It is great to meet more new people and make more friends. She still hangs out with us, but I don't know what happened. She seldom talks to me, only to ask a math question or talk about projects. It's like... we are still friends, but we ignore each another most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, she left the msn chatroom with us because she wanted to concentrate. What is wrong with joking around for a few minutes. At least that could lighten the mood! Today, I was so angry with my father for scolding me, I accidentally said that 'F' word. Preeya hated that word and I forgot all about it. Is that the reason why she hates me? Am I getting more and more rude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At girl guides, I told Vani that I had a feeling that Sunthari, Alice,Vani and the others are getting irritated by me. I feel that when I spoke to them, all I talk is about my personal life. I am using vulgar languages sometimes. When I say that they were ignoring me, Sunthari would look at me and ask: 'yeah?' or 'what?'. I really get the feeling that they... can't be bothered with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my own relatives can't be bothered with me. I have to call their names a few times and they either respond or totally ignore me. My relatives were reluctant to even speak to me. That was the reason I do not wish to converse with them. Only my aunt seems to like me though... I know that when they read this, they would think like: "No, you are overimaginating!" but that's how I feel. I'm sorry. Don't bother trying to make me feel different, I've had enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get the feeling that Felicia, Cindy and Janice feel frustrated as well. Everytime, I always come to their house to do homework or for the simple reason of strangling Janice. They must be thinking: "Why must she always come to my house? She has her own house and she is bothering us, so why did she come!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice, don't bother trying to make me feel better either. Like you, some things can never change. Making me feel better will only make me feel worse. And if you think that this is too much, don't. This is just the surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-3100157806155538060?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/3100157806155538060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=3100157806155538060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3100157806155538060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3100157806155538060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-busy-sick.html' title='Busy, busy, sick...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-4793646329030310640</id><published>2008-08-01T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:07:05.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kill the one person I hate most...'/><title type='text'>Work, work, work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Friday 1/8/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of August; also known as the start of the hungry ghost festival. Lol... but since the word 'ghost' is taboo during this period, we shall rename it: The Hungry Gayle Festival. Sorry, Gayle, no food for you. You practically ate all the chocolates I brought home. My poor candy T_T....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, my world revolved around homework, studying for tests and revising for my upcoming CA2... Okay, I didn't have time to revise but hey, at least I studied for the test... :3&lt;br /&gt;Today, the weekend finally came. As I am typing this is the night, I feel so tired after burning midnight oil for the entire week. Everyday as a minimum of at least one test. The highest no. was 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was a weekend, after discussing my PBL (Problem Based Learning) project with my groupmates, I waited for my friend: Felicia, who had 'extra lessons'. Apparently, she had to stay back because she left her homework at home. It is completely impossible to finish all 15 math questions in the day even though I'm helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Miss Sim (sorry if spell wrongly) was kind enough to let Felicia bring it home. She still remembered my name!! :3 After going home, I bought Mcdonalds and received the fourth cup in the promotion. Only one more to go!! Then again... maybe my sister should eat the meal, I'm getting fatter no matter how many times I swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having my lunch, which was about 6pm++, I asked Janice and Felicia to go swimming with me. It was the first time Janice said 'yes' in months. My grandmother cooked a special: rice cakes for me to take down and eat with Janice, Cindy, Felicia, my sister Gayle and me!! It is soft and sweet, me love it!! X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam until about 9pm++. We played ball, we talked and swam for awhile. Cindy was so sick; she tried to tell me one of her sick stories. I had to listen because if I didn't, my stupid sister has to listen to it, then I have to listen to her tell sick stories. Everytime Cindy got to the disgusting part, I ducked my head under water. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... Damn tired already... One more thing; SUNTHARI!! I SAW WHAT YOU WROTE ON JANICE'S BLOG!! YOU ARE SO DEAD YOU DODO BIRD!!! NARAKU, I SWEAR I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-4793646329030310640?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/4793646329030310640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=4793646329030310640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/4793646329030310640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/4793646329030310640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/work-work-work.html' title='Work, work, work!'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-5810557477808422805</id><published>2008-07-25T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:33:04.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wish upon a shooting star...'/><title type='text'>A pity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Friday 25/7/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Everyone must have been wondering why I filled in the date in all of my posts even thought it is stated already. Answer: because those stupid dates ain't always accurate. It is very difficult to obtain the heart dissecting videos. I will try to get it from my friends somehow anyway. Our history video hasn't been completed yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The deadline is already over; we are reciving penalty for it. :'( I'm sure that my teammates: Diyanah and Elvea would be angry with us. But I wish to speak how I feel. After all, this is what the blog is for. Do not think that completing the script is your only duty. True, you acted, you stayed back in Fort Canning, you did the script, you bought the items. As did I, but I tried to put in 100% of my effort into this video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All of us, including Vani who is currently doing the video, is giving it their all. We exceeded the deadline, so what? The both of you are free today, yet you refused to stay back. For Diyanah, you didn't stay back twice. I know that your job is done, but if I were you, I would stay to direct everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now, Vani is working late into the night, sending me videos for me to comment on them. Is this fair to her? She stayed back as well to film, she borrowed the camera, she acted! When the both of you read this, you may think: What, I've already done my duty! Why are you scolding me for no reason at all?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I won't say that you did not try your best for the video. But I thought that you would at least help us and stayed back, even if it was just for an hour, or half an hour. Rachel, you also another one. I know you have reasons for not helping, but still... you promised to sms me on whether you could come. I waited all day, but I received nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I won't say that Preeya, Vani, Alice, Sunthari and I did almost everything. We ourselves may not have helped in some ways, but we have valid reasons for not helping. I hope, the next time we work together, we will notify each another in advance so that we can confrim the date to meet together and complete the project in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let this be a lesson for all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But... This isn't the only problem I face... As seen in my msn display name, my ex-classmates and I are drifting further and further apart. Before we graduated from Primary School, we would solve any problem, go through an obstacles we faced, together. There was this occasion when I was in primary six: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;One of my best friends: Hui Ying, announced that she rather prefer another friend's company than our company. This shocked the four of us. We were all so close and then, she tells us that she doesn't like us that much. Now that I think of it, it was a very trival thing, but all of us got angry at her for no reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We stayed like this for almost three days. I smsed one of my best friends: Lim Chai Yi, that I don't want this arguement to continue forever. I want to be friends with all four of us, until we leave this world. A childish wish, but until now, I feel like this is a very important wish for me. In the end, all of us made up and became good friends again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now, the five of us went our separate ways, three of my best friends: Bernice Ng, Xu Xue Kun and Lim Chai Yi went to CHIJ St. Nicholas. Mew Hui Ying entered Chung Cheng (sry if wrong spelling). As I am the dumbest of the five,  (hey, they scored 250++, I scored 232 T_T), I went to CHIJ STC (Not translating for private purposes).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Xue Kun started becoming more and more smarter, plus retarded and lame -.-lll. Bernice and Chai Yi remains the same. I occasionally met Hui Ying at the Toa Payoh MRT station on the way home. Now, she transferred to...VJC? I dunno. Still, for the first two years we got separated, we met each another in libraries during the school hoildays frequently. We would occasionally contact each another through sms, msn and calling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now, the 'O' levels are nearing and all of us are starting to be busy. Everyone has their own cca to attend to and study hard. Even I have to admit that I seem to study even more than when I was in Primary school. Xue Kun often had to skip class to attend tournaments; Bernice occasionally online on msn, talking to me. Like right now as I type this ^^.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chai Yi had to buy so many files to store all her notes. Hui Ying always have volleyball and is always busy. She didn't even have the time to speak to me over msn a few days ago. And throughout the June Hoildays- a one+ month hoilday, we didn't even meet each another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONCE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yes, I am long winded today, yes, I may be over imaginating, but I want to make this points clear.  As stated on my msn display name:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our friendship grows further and further apart, can the five of us ever withstand the test of time? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-5810557477808422805?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/5810557477808422805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=5810557477808422805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/5810557477808422805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/5810557477808422805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/pity.html' title='A pity...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-3293630752691987871</id><published>2008-07-24T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T03:15:01.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too tired to blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Thursday 24/7/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I've been to busy for the past two days to go and even turn on my stupid laptop. On tuesday, I had to go Fort Canning Park to film our History video. My team mates are Diyanah, Elvea, Sunthari, Alice, Rachel, Preeya and Vani. The topic of our video is: The impacts of Hilter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;At first, I protested when we receive that topic, but was glad when we didn't have to squeeze in so much content. Anyway, Sunthari was Hilter, and everyone else simply got quite a few roles. Her moustache was in place when we were at Fort Canning. I was so fed up with the shirt (Which was twice the size of my father's), I used it as a coat instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We were filming like crazy when a European man walked by. He was staring at us as if we were crazy (lol..). We greeted him and answered his questions for us. He even took a picture of Sunthari! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;After that, he wished us luck for our project. To our horror, he added: "By the way, I'm German." Shyt... The Germans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HATE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hitler, alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Next, came a bride and groom. I had to admit, the bride was quite pretty. ^^ We filmed all the way until about... 6pm++? Everyone had to go home even though we have not finished filming yet. People kept staring at me because I was wearing my black jeans, white shirt and an oversized 'trenchcoat'. By the time my father picked me up, it was already 7pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;On Wednesday, I skipped my girl guides to continue filming that idiotic video. It better give us high marks &gt;:( . We filmed the rest of the scenes in the classroom and near the staircase. I'll see if I can get my hands on the video and maybe I'll post it online ;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;That's all to it. And one more thing, I'm interested in posting a video of the heart dissection I saw on monday. &gt;:),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEWARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-3293630752691987871?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/3293630752691987871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=3293630752691987871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3293630752691987871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/3293630752691987871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-tired-to-blog.html' title='Too tired to blog...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-4797799959456542997</id><published>2008-07-20T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T06:31:23.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He came back into my dreams to turn it into a nightmare'/><title type='text'>Dear... Myself XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sunday 20/7/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Today, I stayed at home to finish up my hey maths tests. What the hell... I got 12/15 and 7/10 for those stupid tests... WHAT KINDA SCORE IS THAT?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;After that, my father allowed me to skip my A math tution just for this week because of my homework. My parents took me out to change my specs because the beads at the side keeps dropping. I thought that I would have enough time to return home and join my friend: Felicia to swim at 4pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But because of a present for my grandfather (Mother's side) and my mother wanted me to try on some clothes, it only went to change the specs at 4pm. -.-ll My mom got me a pair of pants for boys (hey come on, I'm a little tom boyish.) and I got a cool pair of specs. By the time I reached home, it was about 4:30pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Thank god, Felicia, Michelle (Janice's youngest sister), and Cindy (The cow and Janice's second youngest sister) are quite patient. We swam until 6pm++ then go up. The rest was too boring to talk about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-4797799959456542997?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/4797799959456542997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=4797799959456542997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/4797799959456542997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/4797799959456542997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-myself-xd.html' title='Dear... Myself XD'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-8249994543652705773</id><published>2008-07-19T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T05:16:01.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saturday 19/7/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today was the Girl Guides Farewell party. The games were quite a failure, the seniors refuse to use the mike to sing. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank you to all the Girl Guide seniors for everything, including the notes and candy that are frozen in my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As the raindrops hit the window, I'm bored to death, sitting here to post this stupid thing. Nothing much to say, but I'm very irritated. I wonder why. The house is quiet as my little sister went to see the NDP (National Day Parade) show. Because it's raining, she is in big trouble. I think they'll drown in the bay. Nah.. Touch wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No one want to chat about the History project, there is nothing I can do. Sayonara, and peace out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-8249994543652705773?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/8249994543652705773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=8249994543652705773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/8249994543652705773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/8249994543652705773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/farewell.html' title='Farewell...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-6790636150862990977</id><published>2008-07-18T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:59:03.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;Friday 18/7/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;Today, I am so happy to announce that I am no longer ill. ^^ Yesterday when I had already finished tution, my friend Felicia and I were waiting for Janice and my tution teacher to come out. Felicia wanted to scream so she went into the lift and the door closed. Then she asked: "Can you hear me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;I replied: "Yeah... Still can hear." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;Before she could say another word, I stared at the lift as it went up. -.-lll At first, I thought she would come back down to the eleventh floor. But I stared at the lift stupidly as it went to the ground floor. For some reason, Janice and I laughed all the way downstairs because of the incident. Just like Janice said in her blog, the moment was Priceless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;Today, I had to stay back to complete my History project: a video on the political, economic, social impact of Hitler's actions. It was an enriching project, I didn't know that Germany was in the hands of a mad nutcase who is also known to steal Rock Lee's eyebrows to make his moustache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;I followed my three group mates: Princess Elvea, Queen Diyanah and Rachel the Squirrel to Lucky Plaza to do some shopping. Shyt man... I have to be their model for the Nazi Uniforms! I was forced to wear a brown cardican which was too small for me (It's not small. But I have to admit I'm too fat for that thing). And a brown man's shirt is was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;too big for me. Still we bought that stupid thing and it is now resting in my bag. Bleh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;After a discussion about the script of the play and adding some funny scenes to it, we had to leave for home because Elvea had to go home. We promised to come online on msn to discuss but the Princess and the Queen are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;MIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-6790636150862990977?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/6790636150862990977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=6790636150862990977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6790636150862990977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6790636150862990977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-to-work.html' title='Time to work'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-7919087244981953501</id><published>2008-07-16T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:55:34.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Thursday 17/7/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Unbelieveable... I had to stay at home because I was sick. Today before my PE lesson, I felt dizzy. My friends blamed my dizziness on my **** and somehow I agreed. My friend Min Yee was going to hand her parent's letter to our PE teacher: Mr Francis. Let me explained what happened yesterday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Min Yee had her **** yesterday and she asked if she should take a painkiller. Rachel and I told her to do so anyway. But then, she asked the next question: take one or two? The answer is very simple: not so pain, take one; super pain, take two la! After recess when it was time for english, I thought she had already taken medication. But throughout the english lesson, she was lying on the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It was obviously damn pain. In the end, Wan Yi, our class Welfare Head, had to bring her to the foyer. But because of Min Yee's condition, Sunthari had to come along as well. A few minutes later, the teacher was asked to come; Min Yee was very pale. While the teacher stopped the english lesson to attend to Min Yee, I helped Sunthari carry Min Yee's books and bags. I guess everyone thought I was damn nosy and trying to act professional then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When we got there, I saw Min Yee sitting at the staircase, vomitting into a plastic bag. The first question I asked was: "Can you hear what I'm saying?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Wan Yi must have thought I was stupid for she replied: "Of course she can hear you la!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This was because I had a similar condition to Min Yee's before. Only that time, my vision was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;blurred, I can't hear a thing and blacked out. Trust me, its painful to black out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She escorted her all the way to the general office. While Wan Yi and I took care of Min Yee, Sunthari went to grab a cup of hot milo. In the end, waste Sunthari's money, Wan Yi drank half of it. :P Min Yee managed to get home and rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Back to today. Mr Francis told me to go home. So, here I am, refusing to sleep and typing this blog. Lol... By the way, it's 2:25pm in the afternoon now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-7919087244981953501?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/7919087244981953501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=7919087244981953501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/7919087244981953501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/7919087244981953501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-this.html' title='I hate this'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-6055265536887089699</id><published>2008-07-13T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:50:54.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Monday 14/7/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Because I fell sick, I was unable to kill all of my friends for making fun of me over their blogs. I had already finished playing CabalSEA [Wizard lv 64], and there was nothing to do. No point going to gaia online, there was no one to talk to. Now, I am patiently waiting for my classmates' school to be over to give me today's homework, but I think I'll receive them maybe at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As I played the laptop, my grandmother keeps saying in chinese: must study hard! These two years are the most crucial years of your life! You next year 'O' levels already still sit in front of computer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh that reminds me, I'm not allowed to use the laptop during weekdays. :P Ah... let me get scolding anyway. By the way, forgive my posts if they are not expected from a blog, its my first time blogging about my life events you see. ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-6055265536887089699?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/6055265536887089699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=6055265536887089699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6055265536887089699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/6055265536887089699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-7779928617402812285</id><published>2008-07-13T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:52:34.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday uncle and dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sunday 13/7/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah... Such a filling dinner. Today, my family and I had a very, very, very filling dinner of hotpot! *Still very full*&lt;br /&gt;We had mushies (for sunthari ^^), beef, noodles, vegetables, eggs and lots and lots! Today I went to Felicia's home because Cindy wants a Social Studies textbook, which she didn't need in the end. -.-lll&lt;br /&gt;Still, I could do my bio hw jus by copying from the Alien. Thanks Janice!&lt;br /&gt;What the heck larh... I jus went to my friends' blogs, Janice refused to remove the stupid post!! *angry* DON'T YOU DARE GO AND SEE WHAT IT IS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to write abt today though, all is well, sleep, gd nite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235399279910910671-7779928617402812285?l=shadowtamerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/feeds/7779928617402812285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235399279910910671&amp;postID=7779928617402812285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/7779928617402812285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235399279910910671/posts/default/7779928617402812285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shadowtamerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-uncle-and-dad.html' title='Happy birthday uncle and dad!'/><author><name>ShadowTamerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00348265938906065057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2UggrGBsH8/SKbfAVxuHsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ID0_tLZ-yV8/S220/Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235399279910910671.post-7025786730303229248</id><published>2008-07-11T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:02:00.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZzzz....</title><content type='html'>It's official, the blogger website hates me. I want a new background but I always kena problem... Haiz... Felicia... 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