<?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-4656855989733900708</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:21.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity Is Screwed.</title><subtitle type='html'>"i'm sorry. i have no more tears for you."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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attention?&lt;br /&gt;i've considered all the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't think of many that can relate to why you're doing this.&lt;br /&gt;tell me, and i'll listen.&lt;br /&gt;what's troubling you? can't you trust me?&lt;br /&gt;we're on the same side.&lt;br /&gt;don't ignore your ally. tell me, and maybe we can work something out.&lt;br /&gt;don't you understand?&lt;br /&gt;it's very simple. no drinking, staying out late or past 11:30, things like that.&lt;br /&gt;it's easy. just play y the rules, and you'll win the game.&lt;br /&gt;isn't it simple enough?&lt;br /&gt;clearly not to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-5081124207405361948?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/5081124207405361948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>well, it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;the tizzle at home, friends, everything.&lt;br /&gt;now that everything's aside, i think i might finally ontemplate serious suicide.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;why must my life constantly try me over and over again. i'm pushing my limits here.&lt;br /&gt;when will the tormenting stop.&lt;br /&gt;even after the problem has been forgotten and the aftermah is being dealt with, my focus still lies on the problem.&lt;br /&gt;the chaos it has caused, and the trouble i go through.&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;just answer the question, and i will tolerate this immense pain in silence.&lt;br /&gt;just answer.&lt;br /&gt;answer me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-684368224148935357?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-5676956392132899934</id><published>2008-07-27T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:48:34.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>i understand what i'm here for.&lt;br /&gt;everyone needs the happy agent in their life.&lt;br /&gt;for the past 14 years of my life, i have been hiding my unhappiness to bring happiness to all of you people out there.&lt;br /&gt;someone needs the unpleasant job. i guess i got it.&lt;br /&gt;the other day, i had a conversation with someone who said i should take myself into consideration. but i replied that sometimes, you, yourself, and your being needs to come last.&lt;br /&gt;the only obligation i have left to stay here is to help brighten up as many people's lives as possible.&lt;br /&gt;the person i was speaking to then commented that he had no idea how to help me. since he rarely did anything out of the 'goodness of his heart'.&lt;br /&gt;i sighed and said i regarded what i did as lying to the world, which just made me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;clearly feeling worse doesn't bode well for me, since i began getting very, very high on sugar.&lt;br /&gt;either way.&lt;br /&gt;yes. i hate the very reason of my existence here.&lt;br /&gt;i bet that didn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. hey it's necessary sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;which is why i'm doing it...&lt;br /&gt;it's just necessary, it has to be.&lt;br /&gt;it has to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-5676956392132899934?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/5676956392132899934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>is it so hard to accept me for who i am?&lt;br /&gt;i am a girl.&lt;br /&gt;i am 14.&lt;br /&gt;i have alot of issues, and was, therefore, self mutilating.&lt;br /&gt;i am not very pretty, i am reasonably tall, and i am thin.&lt;br /&gt;i am a moody person.&lt;br /&gt;i am deeper than you think.&lt;br /&gt;i have a split personality.&lt;br /&gt;i want a rainbow in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;i am in need of friends. i only have... 1...2...3...&lt;br /&gt;... 3. 3 that i can trust. come on. that's not nearly the best social net i have there.&lt;br /&gt;i miss speaking with no takebacks.&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i want someone to love me. is it that goddamned hard to get someone to love me? god, stupid question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;............................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i think i'll become quieter from now on. if no one knows about what i'm thinking, they won't be able to rebuke it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;becoming quieter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;there's a solution hard to resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-7909464470996501695?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/7909464470996501695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=7909464470996501695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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manipulation during this time of absense.&lt;br /&gt;but that's ok, because all these feelings are nothing if i am experiencing them for the people whom are important to me.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps; wan, please don't do anything foolish. talk it out. i'm sure you'll be ok. you know what's going on in my life, and how much crap that is. i hope you're not going through the same, but either way, just please stay sane and look at things in a logical way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-4183084049503847400?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/4183084049503847400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>I hate it when you do it.&lt;br /&gt;you know it's wrong, but you do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;you know it's going to aggrivate those around you, but you do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;you know it's going to cause friction, but you do it anway.&lt;br /&gt;you know it's going to hurt others... but you do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-3906943894396829189?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/3906943894396829189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=3906943894396829189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/3906943894396829189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/3906943894396829189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/06/rant_28.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-3572883787370551953</id><published>2008-06-13T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:13:21.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>i've just came back from malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;it was a great trip, i spent alot of time with my family, especially Sarah. which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;first day.&lt;br /&gt;we packed up all our stuff and got into the car. i decided not to bring my cell or any form of music players. i mostly slept or talked to my parents on the way there. which was just how i intended the trip to be. good. quality time part one, check.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached Jusco, which is Malaysia's version of Tampines, we went up to where all the restaurants were and tried eating their Secret Recipe. i recall ordering the lagsane and a bottle of Appletiser, sparkling juice. it was very good, and the lagsane was good as well. while waiting for my food, i worked on my story boarding.&lt;br /&gt;next, we walked around for a bit. we went to sox world, where i bought arm socks, black with red hearts. i wish they were stars.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to check into the place. there was a mix up at the reception because my dad had bought a top up card at Jusco, and he had to leave his IC with them before collection. and he had needed it to check in so they could tell he wasn't lying about his particulars. so we went up to the room while my poor faher had to go all the way back to Jusco to get his IC.&lt;br /&gt;later on, i went to take a bath. i was the first one to use the jacuzzi. LOL, SPOILT. anyways, it was so fun. the jacuzzi wasn't that big, but hey, it was fun anyways.&lt;br /&gt;for dinner, we went back to Jusco to eat this japanese thing... Ichiban. yeah. and i ordered a fried rice to share with Sarah and some sides. soft shell crabs, check.&lt;br /&gt;when we went back to the hotel, i ate he strawberries my dad bought and we picked a movie to watch. it turned out to be Iwo Jima. Letter from iwo Jima. about japanese men enlisted to work at an island called Iwo Jima, which the americans intended to use to land and use as a base for their attack on Japan. in the end the Japanese lost, but it was a good fight they put up. they held the fort for much longer than they would have thought.&lt;br /&gt;ALOT of killing.&lt;br /&gt;second day.&lt;br /&gt;next day, my cousins, fr some absurd reason, decided to show up. with my aunt, obviously, they can't drive. one's P6 and one's P4.&lt;br /&gt;that day, we woke up for the beakfast in the morning. it was absolutely TERRIBLE. the variety was little, and the food that was ACTUALLY there, was bad as well.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. whatever. just thank god for the food, i guess. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;we went to book the bowling alleys in advance for that afternoon, an hour from 3-4.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went back upstairs and fell asleep again till my aunt called and told us to meet her at Jusco 0.o&lt;br /&gt;so we all shook the heck of sleep out of each other and got dressed, washed our face, brushed our teeth, not in that order. then we all had to wait for Sarah as usual, and ten we all went off =D&lt;br /&gt;when we got to Jusco, we found out that they were at Delifrance, so in the end, we had our lunch there, too. i think i ordered a carbonara pasta. i missed the pasta, and tried to change it to fuscilli. damn, i can be soooo spaced out in the morning. given, it wasn't the morning, but hey. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch was done, my aunt, ever the practical one, insisted on buying SOME snacks to bring back to the resort. we told her we already had snacks, but she still bought SOME snacks bck to the resort. those SOME snacks she bought couldn't even fit in the fridge. oh well. her fault. she had to bring back some to Singapore =D but it was nice of her to think of us. My aunt is a very nice person. after reaching the resort, we unpacked the snacks and rested a bit before going downstairs to bowl.&lt;br /&gt;we waited for about 1/2 an hour for the staff to come down. when i got pissed and wanted to go scream at the reception to freaking send someone, he said, 'it's the way they operate here. we'll be luck if they come down at 5. just relax.' so i just sat down and sulked. in the end, when they came, the guy was politely apologetic, so i just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;i bowled a good first game. i was in the lead all the way, but my sister, like she always did, overtook me in the end. damn. then i sucked at my second game because i spent all my effort on the first game. ah, wasted.&lt;br /&gt;later on, we went up after a game of pool and table soccer, foozball. you know, the kids wanted to swim and that. ah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;so i went up to change into my costume, which was sadly a pink two piece, i made a mental note to burn that when i got home. and get a black or black and red swimming costume in malaysia. then we went downstairs and settled the swimming towels and everything.&lt;br /&gt;the swimming pool had a HUGE slide. in the beginning, we were sort of stupid and just slid down like that. but later on, when we discovered they provided floats for us to sit or lie down on to slide down, it was a WHOLE lot more fun.&lt;br /&gt;we spent pretty much the whole time either playing tag or sliding. the pool was sadly too shallow to turn rounds in. i might just hit my head in the floor. ok, i wouldn't, i saw someone my size turning rounds, but hey, i've always been the paranoid one here. especially about these things.&lt;br /&gt;afterward, i let the other 2 bathe first then i went to take a bath. yeah, i'm better with kids this way. i'm pretty kiddy if i'm honest, at times. anyways, after we were done, went to the best CRAYFISH AND CRAB PLACE IN MALAYSIA.&lt;br /&gt;the food there rocks, we've always been going there, it was so much fun =D when my cousins were there, too. anyways, we ordered ALOT. i think a crayfish, and crab, one plate of the chilli vegetable thing, the fish, err....... i can't remember. but i know we had coconuts to drink from too. and sugar cane, i just took a green tea, though. good thing i did.&lt;br /&gt;went back to the resort after the best dinner in our entire trip. worked on my story in the room with Sarah on her computer and did not notice till very much later th she had gone out. when i went to join the group outside, they were just starting the beginning of the movie, To Kill A Mockingbird. that movie was waaaaay too good. you should all watch it, or at least read the book.&lt;br /&gt;SCOUT WAS SO CUTE!!!!! tomboy, just like me =D XDXD&lt;br /&gt;anyways, when we went back into the room, me and Sarah still couldn't go to sleep, so we talked about alot of crap. very sad and depressing crap.&lt;br /&gt;i had a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;but shh, don't tell.&lt;br /&gt;Third day.&lt;br /&gt;today was our day to Melaka! first we set off at around 11:45, and reached at around 2... i think. anyways, then we went for lunch at this insanely deserted place. we got the willies, and dad announced that he had a summon, and i think it was some kind of fine. then the funny thing was that the place he was summoned to was just aross the road XDXDXD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;so on the way to this place my mum recommended, we talked about Hilary clinton and Obama. when we reached, we all got out of the car and went up, gratified to find the place was civilised. how did we know? easy. there was a Starbucks and a Coffee bean on each side of the entrance =D&lt;br /&gt;we decided to all split up and then get back to the entrance at a specific time. i decided to go with Sarah, it would be aot more fun going alone, in which time i would just do random stuff and probably not buy a thing. when we saw this lighter shop, i asked which one Sarah liked. i wanted to buy one for her. she sighed and told me i should use my money on myself. i rolled my eyes and we went onward to this cool shop, alot of the stuff in there was black and red =D&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ok fine, Sarah, fine, the guy was cute, ok??! stop going on about it, for god's sake, are you going to start a cult for malaysian-chinese people??! jeez.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a set of badges for Stacy there =D one of them had this cute little boy holding a guitar on it, so i bought it for her. and also, the main colours were red and black.&lt;br /&gt;went into the shop next door, Ruffry or something. can't remember. that's where Sarah saw this pair of really short shorts. i tried to convince her not to buy it, but whatever. in the end she did anyways -_-lll&lt;br /&gt;we walked around aimlessly, so i'm going to skip to my next purchase. oh, that would be when Sarah saw her canvas flats shoes, which i felt was aimless.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't have enough cash because she had spent all of her money. so i gave her enought to fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;after buying the shoes, we walked around in FOS, where she saw a few tank tops, and a jacket with yellow words on a black fabric. i bought a brownish oversized jacket. it's so comfy!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;i think it was the only thing i bought for myself that day 0.o&lt;br /&gt;later on we went to a CD shop, where i bought a Deep purple album for my dad and a CD by smeone i didn't know for my mum. it had her fave song in it, oh well, whatever, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;later on when we went to meet them, they already had the CD i bought for mum and Dad wanted to exchange the CD i got for him, so oh well. after a disappointing dinner at Seoul garden due to limited, very very limited selection, we went to change the CDs to the best of George Michael for dad, and the lastest Michael Buble album for mum. then we went home. tiring day, but i managed to watch Indiana Jones while waiting for the bath when i got back home to the resort =D the socond one, Temple of doom or something. i think the series is epic ^^ it's a good story.&lt;br /&gt;not sleepy. talked with Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;i hate him.&lt;br /&gt;last day.&lt;br /&gt;we went to city square and ate at the sizziling Stone grill =D&lt;br /&gt;the food was amazing, i ordered chicken kebab XDXDXD anyways, after lunch, we split up and walked our seperate ways, agreeing to meet up outside pradini at around 4=-4:30.&lt;br /&gt;shopped shopped shopped.&lt;br /&gt;i bought my final item for Ellyn, a blue handbag and hairband set. and some stuff for myself, ('finnally!!' &gt;&gt;sarah) an FF blue pendant necklace which is happily hanging on a black string now, and a lok and key necklace. i also bought a jack tie ^^&lt;br /&gt;that about rounds up my trip to malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-3572883787370551953?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/3572883787370551953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=3572883787370551953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/3572883787370551953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/3572883787370551953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/06/rant_13.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-452374659831028417</id><published>2008-06-06T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:37:05.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>hello people. today i'm going to recap my second outing with the Yuan Ching group... ok.&lt;br /&gt;alright. spent the first bit of the day studying and rearranging plans with Wan over... and over and over... and over... again.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we decided to eat lunch at home, and meet up across the school to make our way to Suntec together. since i was pretty dumb at directions. not as dumb as ONE OF THE YUAN CHING GROUP, as you will later find out.&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;we got there and she decided to go to secret recipe, where she ordered a lasagna and i ordered a spaghetti bolognaise. while waiting, i read the third book in the Magician's Guild series, the High Lord, and she played her PSP. when the food came, we put down our stuff and began to eat. approximately 45 minutes later, we were done, but we didn't feel like moving. so in the end, i ordered a drink and we stayed there a couple more hours. and then Faye called, and said she was coming, so me and Wan made our way over to the station.&lt;br /&gt;the probem was, due to a lost bet, i was wearing the most UNCOMFORTABLE, USELESS, DISGUSTING AND UTTERLY HUMILIATING outfit, EVER. a dress, with fugly shoes to match. fugly shoes that are wierd because they are tight, but can slip off when i'm walking. What shoes are TIGHT, but SLIP OFF??! i'll never get shoes, they get so temperamental!!!&lt;br /&gt;we went to get her, the Theon sms'ed me. 2 messages, i needed to get in the habit of checking my sms's more often.&lt;br /&gt;'is the station city hall'&lt;br /&gt;i looked at it in utter disbelief. i was ASTOUNDED. i looked at the second one, almost scared.&lt;br /&gt;'lucky thing i picked the right train'&lt;br /&gt;we laughed like crazy over HMV. thank god it was noisy enough to cover the high pitched laughter from Wan. we made our way back again, to the station. THAT LONG WAY BACK TO THE STATION.&lt;br /&gt;Theon was spaced out, walking right past up till Faye pulled him back by the shirt. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;so then we met up with Ryan, whom i was angry with because of a tussel with the seating arrangements. we went for a small snack at Gelare, and then when we were done, we rushed to get to our seats in the cinema. with the whole seating thing 'handled', there was still an odd ticket. like, 4 tickets in a row, and 1 in another. so since Faye, Theon and ryan already knew each other, and i thought Wan would have wanted to sit with someone farmiliar, it was her first day meeting them, and i bought her all the way there, it would have been kind of stupid, don't you think, to stick her in another row all alone? so i went for the odd ticket.&lt;br /&gt;i sat up at the back, alone. it was kind of wierd. i had never sat alone for the whole movie before.&lt;br /&gt;after the movie was over, we found eah other, and the girls went to the loo while the guys stayed outside talking about Valhalla Knights and stuff. then we walked to the station and Theon went ahead, saying he needed to meet his ride at Guardian. then we alllll went home.&lt;br /&gt;an exquisitely tiring day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-452374659831028417?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/452374659831028417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=452374659831028417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/452374659831028417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/452374659831028417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/06/rant.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-5054321556651144485</id><published>2008-06-02T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:38:19.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!! (and pictures.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ok, i haven't posted for a bit. i'm going to start with the wedding i didn't tell anyone of you guys about, it's the shortest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, last Sunday, about a week ago, i had to attend a wedding, my mother's cousin, apparently. so we went for the actual wedding thing in the afternoon, sadly stacy didn't attend so i couldn't get any pictures of that. if not it would have been snap snap snap, click click click.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went home, had about 2-3 hours to rest up nice and ready for the wedding dinner. here's the thing people, i was supposed to get a dress. like, a black dress, to wear to this dinner thingy. but in the end, me and my sisters decided to go guys because my dad was in China, so one of the others suggested we had to represent him. i more than happily accepted the chance to get out of wearing the dress. i remember glaring triumphantly at the dress hanging behind my bedroom door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'so there. i'm burning you as soon as i'm home alone.' i thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wore a grey work shirt and a black tux, and work pants. boots, too. and trust me when i say, i looked alot like a guy. my mum was nagging because my sister felt like taking a shower about 15 minutes before my uncle was due to pick us up, and we speeded up a bit. then we went downstairs to our uncle's car which was about 15 minutes late, and yup...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;off to the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went off for a bit, just to check the seating, because it was kind of wierd, but all of our family was sitting apart on the register. when i came back, this woman was in my seat. my mother KINDLY asked her to move, and informed her i was sitting there. i waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lady stated she was sitting there, and demanded she was at table 6. RUDELY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got pissed. my sisters got pissed. my mother got slightly uncomfortable. we got even more miffed at that, at least take a stand, lady. so i went outside to sort this out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the end, we all sat together snugly at table 8, thank you very much. although i was still angry at the lady and i kept bringing it back up, whoops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208401377249597826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEf1dRKeGYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/azy4CjvKeUw/s400/DSC04468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we're all in this together!! LOL. us sitting happily at table 8, me still miffed about the ridiculous lady.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEfvVxKeGXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PdcNDdi7hzU/s1600-h/DSC04468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208394651330812274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEfvVxKeGXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PdcNDdi7hzU/s400/DSC04468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the menu. there were a whole lot of dishes in weird words describing simple things, so i didn't really bother much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEfu1BKeGVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tGXiMWr1Ilk/s1600-h/DSC04468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208394088690096466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEfu1BKeGVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tGXiMWr1Ilk/s400/DSC04468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oooh, Hyatt chocolates. sinful, but very very tasty. i enjoyed every bit of my box, unlike my SOMEONE, who enjoyed everyone's. she stole them, lol. that desperate for chocolates? wow. this one's got issues. somehow i think i managed to keep up the guy thing, not only with my sitting position but also with my terrible posture. it's something i've been asked to watch over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEfucRKeGUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UWk6romVBIQ/s1600-h/DSC04468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208393663488334146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEfucRKeGUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UWk6romVBIQ/s400/DSC04468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that SOMEONE'S collection... thief!! FIEND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEfuMhKeGTI/AAAAAAAAAPM/V4p6k6izeZk/s1600-h/DSC04468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208393392905394482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEfuMhKeGTI/AAAAAAAAAPM/V4p6k6izeZk/s400/DSC04468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the centerpieces at the wedding were lovely, the roses really complimented the atmosphere somehow. every time i go to a wedding, it's usually roses, but i never get tired of it. i wonder why. maybe it's just that they're so peaceful looking. *fidgets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEft5BKeGSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AeX9PKtLSGQ/s1600-h/DSC04468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208393057897945378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEft5BKeGSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AeX9PKtLSGQ/s400/DSC04468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the first dish that was served out was this bunch of stuff on a huge plate. the sushi looking thing and the cereal prawns were pretty good, but i thought the abalone tasted rather queer... maybe it was the sauce that came with it. after everyone was done, i blew out the candle in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't tell, they didn't notice. *laughs maniacally* ahem =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SESzKBKeGRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/INu2hXbdQh4/s1600-h/DSC04475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207484053839550738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SESzKBKeGRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/INu2hXbdQh4/s400/DSC04475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least 4 sharks were killed to make this one bowl of sup. almost 50 tables at the dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we should be ashamed of ourselves. sincerely speaking, the sharks deserve to live. they are becoming endangered. i'm no tree hugger or whatever, but this is just sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;father, i pray that you spare the sharks and that the evil fishermen who go out to hunt them get their heads severed and bitten off before the sharks devour them whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amen. *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208394531071727970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEfvOxKeGWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/DEk7BPQT110/s400/DSC04468.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was funny. my cousin actually caught the champagne thing =D lol. our table suddenly burst into laughter, but no one could tell why. she refused to let anyone touch it, because she was scared they wouldn't give it back. she obviously thought it was really important, the fuss everyone was making. we practically had to promise her an IOU to let us take the picture in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SESyuBKeGQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LLaguBJbx6Y/s1600-h/DSC04529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207483572803213570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SESyuBKeGQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LLaguBJbx6Y/s400/DSC04529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the last dish. green tea pudding, ahh, the fruits sure hit the spot. the pudding... not so sure. *grimace* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SESyHRKeGPI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Zqiy2TtR-dk/s1600-h/DSC04484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207482907083282674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SESyHRKeGPI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Zqiy2TtR-dk/s400/DSC04484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahh yes. obviously we couldn't have only pictures of things. we just HAD to have pictures of people. that's me at the top, stacy at the right, and sarah on the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah Tan Xin Yi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 years old currently, wicked fashion sense, sings, shops (alot), leans to the girlish side, can be smart but most of the time does stupid things without thinking. then she does the smart thing. alot of detours in her life, but hey. she's the coolest older sister you could ever have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's just leave it there. she has potential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stacy Tan Bei Yi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 years old currently, plays the guitar, gets good grades, plays the guitar and is very good at it, leans to the tomboyish side, LOVES paramore... very smart, has potential in the future. i would say she's the best role model i can have. she's my tuition teacher. DUH. she's got to be smart for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheri Tan Shu Yi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 years old currently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do your own assessment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SESxtBKeGOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QNv7287M1JM/s1600-h/DSC04461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207482456111716578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SESxtBKeGOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QNv7287M1JM/s400/DSC04461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This... this is me. i didn't even know my sister took this picture, i was thinking about that ridiculous senseless lady from table 6. or maybe i was reading... i can't really remember people, it was a week ago!! come on, work with me here!!!&lt;br /&gt;*throws up hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-5054321556651144485?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/5054321556651144485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=5054321556651144485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5054321556651144485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5054321556651144485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/06/rant-and-pictures.html' title='Rant!! (and pictures.)'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SEf1dRKeGYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/azy4CjvKeUw/s72-c/DSC04468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-1548604691823887767</id><published>2008-05-25T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:24:32.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem.</title><content type='html'>The sun is shining,&lt;br /&gt;But the future is bleak,&lt;br /&gt;The black is blinding,&lt;br /&gt;And my will is weak,&lt;br /&gt;The birds are singing,&lt;br /&gt;But my fingers grow cold,&lt;br /&gt;The skies are adrkening,&lt;br /&gt;And my worries unfold,&lt;br /&gt;The panic is dawning,&lt;br /&gt;But i refuse to give in,&lt;br /&gt;The tears are rolling,&lt;br /&gt;But the devil won't win,&lt;br /&gt;The storm is passing,&lt;br /&gt;And in its place,&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful awakening,&lt;br /&gt;A determined face,&lt;br /&gt;We have prevailed,&lt;br /&gt;We are victorious,&lt;br /&gt;We have won,&lt;br /&gt;The fight was glorious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-1548604691823887767?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/1548604691823887767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=1548604691823887767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/1548604691823887767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/1548604691823887767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem.html' title='Poem.'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-1201902446330127712</id><published>2008-05-23T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:12:43.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimension 987 Chapter 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Wha? where am i?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;there was no response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Theon got up and looked around. there seemed to be no end to the space he was in. suddenly, a key fell, several meters away from him. there was a small tinkling sound when it fell to the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'what's that?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Theon went over to the key and picked it up. suddenly, this time behind him, something big and heavy seemed to materialise. it fell with a thud onto the floor. he turned around to face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;there, in front of him, stood an old wooden chest, bound with chains by the dozen, and it was still jerking. rather strongly. it was held with one lone gilded lock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;'there is something very powerful in that chest.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Theon stared at the lock and then at the key in his hand. he slid the key neatly into the lock and turned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'amazing, it fits.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;all at once, a red spirit thrashed its way out of the chest, and circled in the air. Theon's immediate reaction was to find the best place possible to try and watch the spirit without being in any danger by it. he hid behind the huge wooden chest. but it didn't seem to hide him from the red  spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Theon  was frightened. it was a natural reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'what should i do. is this where i die? no. it would be too melodramatic for my life to end this way.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the red spirit swirled around in the air, and all at once, Theon focused in on its amazing detail. it zoomed past his face, and he saw the billions and billions of digits woven neatly into its body. he followed the spirit with his eyes, and hardly seemed to notice it wrapping around him in a dome. in one fluid movement, his space was sealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'wow.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the spirit suddenly dove inward, too fast for Theon to follow. and he fell to the ground, motionless, as the spirit filled his body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Theon?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"hey, Theon, are you ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the time the light stopped, Theon seemed to have collapsed. Ryan supported him and he stood up, and Hisagi came forward to the door. he watched as the metallic doors weighing exactly a tonne each slide apart loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"this is our time. let's go in without wasting time." &lt;/span&gt;he said, and everyone looked at him in surprise.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "wow, you just talked!"&lt;/span&gt; Jean said, and Wan looked amazed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"i speak when needed, now let's not waste time."&lt;/span&gt; he said, and everyone stepped forward to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when questioned, Theon answered, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"i don't know. i just figured out the whole system and all the codes. i have no idea what happened."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"less talk, more walk!" &lt;/span&gt;Hisagi whispered, and without knowing, he became point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the group had entered through the silver doors, they stopped. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"oh... my.... god." &lt;/span&gt;Sheri whispered.&lt;/div&gt;in every corner of the room, lasers were pointed at an angle. it seemed they were programmed to move at random. Wan slapped her head as Faye and Jean said at the same time, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"... whao."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan moved forward and said, "we have got to get past this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"I'm not going to stop. look at what's beyond the red beams." &lt;/span&gt;Hisagi said, pointing, but quickly withdrawing his almost severed finger.&lt;br /&gt;they looked beyond the lasers. they gasped.&lt;br /&gt;in front of them, was over 200 computer stations in the next room. on the second floor, the railings were fitted with glass, and further in on the higher level, and they saw through the glass to the hugest mega computer they had ever seen in their life. it had over 400 cables streaming up into the ceiling, all branching into different directions. the screen, although was dark and supposedly to sleep, was huge and was about 3 by 4 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"that... that is just plain impressive."  &lt;/span&gt;Sheri commented, and  everyone nodded. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"look, let's just focus, one step at a time, finding some way to get past the lasers is more important."&lt;/span&gt;  Jean reminded, and everyone  nodded. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"could we deflect them with mirrors?"&lt;/span&gt; Ryan asked, and Faye nodded. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"there were many mirrored walls on our way in, all we would need to do if that worked would be to crack a few shards off the walls."&lt;/span&gt; she added, and Theon held up a hand. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"look at the walls. the lasers are everywhere, we wouldn't be able to deflect all of them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the group looked at the walls. Theon was right, little spots were staining the silver walls. the fact that it as a small room only served to harden their quest to reach the other side. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"we need someone to go. it's a challenge, I'd say about 25 beams are in there? make it 30."&lt;/span&gt;  Ryan said, and he shrank back into his position behind Faye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seemed everyone would be afraid to be annihilated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"I'll try."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri said suddenly, and Wan looked at her. everyone did, and they were surprised. Sheri was daring, but no one thought this daring. in fact, this should be where everyone starts playing rock paper scissors to decide who goes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"are you sure? you could get shocked. we still don't know the potential of the lasers."&lt;/span&gt; Theon said, and he frowned at the red lights switching course randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"someone has to do it, and i love challenges. although this is potentially dangerous, i guess it would be a totally awesome challenge to brag about for... just about ever."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri replied, and she walked back a couple of meters to a mirrored wall. she slipped off her loosened shin high boot and hit the heel against the wall, causing a few small shards to fly out. she picked a larger one, and pulled it off the wall. the hit seemed to loosen the hold of the mirror onto the wall, and it came off easier than expected. she laced up her boots tighter than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"be careful Sheri."&lt;/span&gt; Wan said, and Sheri laughed slightly shakily. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"yeah, split all my crap among yourselves if i don't come back, got it?" &lt;/span&gt;she stepped in front of everyone else and abruptly, the doors opened, and slid shut behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'let's get this down.'&lt;/span&gt; Sheri thought, and she began inching forward. just as she was about to deflect a laser, another one came at her. she immediately felt the instinct to block that one. then another. and another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A red light flashed from within Sheri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"what's going on?! this is like what happened with Theon!!"&lt;/span&gt; Faye said, and Ryan pressed his palms on the doors.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "it happens now." &lt;/span&gt;Wan said softly, and Jean leaped to the buttons, trying to do anything she could to open the doors. it didn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"stop."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;everyone did. the all looked to the speaker: Hisagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"you have to let her run the full course of the ritual. i will speak to all of you about it later. for now, trust. trust that Sheri will make it, and that like Theon in his ritual, she will help us through this stage."&lt;/span&gt; he said, and they looked reluctantly at the scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;it looked like Sheri had been lost in a sea of light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-1201902446330127712?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/1201902446330127712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=1201902446330127712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/1201902446330127712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/1201902446330127712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/dimension-987-chapter-9.html' title='Dimension 987 Chapter 9'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-7437815543179582610</id><published>2008-05-23T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:23:24.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!! (and pictures.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203569719430224082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDbLFxKeGNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FENfmZbbPhY/s400/trio-sound-by-soniko.png" border="0" /&gt;The sound team appeared very shortly in the second test of the Chuunin exam, the Death Forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosu Kinuta:&lt;br /&gt;Dosu Kinuta is the unofficial leader of the three Genin (Kin Tsuchi, Zaku Abumi, and himself) from Otogakure who entered the Chunin exam in order to get close to and assassinate Sasuke Uchiha under Orochimaru's orders. Orochimaru secretly only uses the trio to test Sasuke's ability, and ends up using Dosu's teamates for sacrifices during the Invasion of Konoha.&lt;br /&gt;In the Chunin exam arc he passes the written test by interpreting the sound of other's pencil markings. In the forest of death he and his team fight Sakura, Rock Lee, and Team Asuma. The battle is eventually intruded on by Lee's teamates and then by an awakened Sasuke Uchiha. Due to the latter, Dosu surrenders his scroll and flees, carrying his incapacitated team. He easily defeats Choji Akimichi in the last match of the exam preliminaries, but is killed by Gaara in the month between the preliminaries and the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaku Abumi:&lt;br /&gt;Zaku Abumi (ザク・アブミ, Abumi Zaku) was a Genin-level ninja from Otogakure. He was part of the team that took the Chunin exam in order to assassinate Sasuke Uchiha. Like many Sound ninja, he has been physically altered with unnatural enhancements that enhance his abilities; in his case, he was fitted with hollow air tubes that extend through his arms and open through his hands, allowing him to propel a combination of air pressure and sound in various ratios, controlled by his chakra. Unlike his partners, a glance into his past and how Orochimaru recruited him was given, making him a far more dramatic character. The anime shows that he was an orphan living on the streets who hustled by stealing for a living, and was almost always beaten for it. Orochimaru had told him he had potential and liked the strength in his eyes. He refuses to give up, even at the cost of his own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kin Tsuchi:&lt;br /&gt;Kin Tsuchi is a Genin-level ninja from the Hidden Sound Village. She takes part in the Chunin exam under orders from Orochimaru to kill Sasuke Uchiha. She is the only one of her team to not have a physical alteration. She uses a combination of bells, strings, and needles to confuse her enemies. In the anime, the bells caused genjutsu through sound waves, further confusing and disorientating her opponent.&lt;br /&gt;She is also the least explored of her team, neither she nor Dosu were given a back story. Unlike Dosu, however, she never expressed her feelings for Orochimaru, and was only seen dead after the Chunin exam preliminaries.&lt;br /&gt;Arguably her most memorable moment is when she grabs Sakura by the hair, insulting her apparent "looks-over-training" attitude, driving Sakura to sever her long hair free of Kin's grip and into the style she keeps for the rest of the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDbKxRKeGMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/J7pOEYac6VI/s1600-h/trio-sound-by-soniko.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDbJVxKeGLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/huzhv5mDevU/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203567795284875442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDbJVxKeGLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/huzhv5mDevU/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Team Asuma from Konoha appeared often with team &amp;amp; throughout the entire series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nara Shikamaru:&lt;br /&gt;Shikamaru Nara is the sort of unenthusiastic person who would rather take a nap than get excited over something, and likes the thinking games that older men are usually into, such as Shogi and Go. A testament to that is the fact that Shikamaru even decides to sleep during the attack on Konoha by the Sand and Sound villages, as he thought it would be too troublesome to get up and fight. Another example occurs before his fight with Temari. Shikamaru contemplates forfeiting, but is forced to compete when pushed into the arena by Naruto. When thrust into action-laden situations, uncomfortable situations, or indeed, any situation at all that would require him to exert himself, he tends to remark "How troublesome" (the English dub uses a similar phrase, "What a drag"). However, when duty calls, Shikamaru has a strong moral compass and sense of commitment to his comrades.&lt;br /&gt;Despite his near sexist attitude he has expressed a notably mature interest in marriage and raising a family. Just before he is about to be killed during the Destruction of Konoha arc, he thinks about how he wanted his life to go: "Marry someone who is not too ugly and not too pretty. Have two children, first a girl, then a boy. Retire after my daughter is married and my son becomes a successful ninja, and spend the rest of my life playing Shogi or Go. Then die before my wife."&lt;br /&gt;His favorite dish is mackerel and kelp; his least is boiled eggs. His hobbies are napping, Shogi, and cloud watching. He has also recently taken up smoking, using a cigarette, as something he picked up from Asuma, even using his sensei's lighter (which is similar to a zippo), but he does stop after he avenges Asuma's death. His favorite phrase is "Live each day quietly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamanaka Ino:&lt;br /&gt;Ino has known Sakura since the two were very young, and was a considerably more popular and self-confident girl at the time they met. She convinced Sakura that hiding the size of her forehead was pointless, and gave her a ribbon to draw attention elsewhere, suggesting that Sakura had great potential, but had yet to reach it. When Sakura became attracted to Sasuke, she found out that Ino was attracted to him as well, she ended their friendship so they could properly compete for his affection. She later made friends with Sakura again during the Chunin exam, but they are still considered rivals by many, including Asuma. Ino is somewhat superficial, constantly thinking about boys and hoping to diet to lose weight in order to be more attractive to them. She sometimes suggests that Choji should lose weight, but in the filler arcs, suggests that his fat is essential for his techniques. She is attracted to Sasuke, but her reasons for that attraction, apart from Sasuke being a popular student and the best in his class, are unknown.&lt;br /&gt;In her team, Ino tends to boss the others around. Shikamaru, despite thinking of most girls as "troublesome," typically offers no resistance, being unwilling to deal with how she reacts if she is unable to have her way. Asuma recognizes the control she has over the others, and while dying, tells her to look after Choji and Shikamaru and ensure that they do not get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akimichi Choji:&lt;br /&gt;Choji Akimichi is a loyal and kind-hearted member of Asuma Sarutobi's Team 10, consisting of himself, Shikamaru Nara, and Ino Yamanaka who proves himself throughout the series to be a good friend and genuinely nice person. Choji, Shikamaru and Ino call themselves the "Ino-Shika-Cho Trio," just like their fathers before them.&lt;br /&gt;As an Akimichi, Choji knows various secret jutsu that allow him to expand body parts to several times their normal size, the most common of which is the Multi-Size Technique. He uses this to perform his Human Bullet Tank attack, where he turns himself into a giant ball and attacks opponents by running them over, shouting "roll" repeatedly as he does. In the anime, Choji has mentioned that he trains on his own.&lt;br /&gt;Choji is easily motivated by the prospect of food and becomes highly agitated when somebody calls him fat (he refers to himself as "big boned," "chubby," or "pleasingly plump"). However, he does not hide his love for food, wearing the kanji for "eat" on his shirt. His nigh-constant hunger is also a constant annoyance for his teammates, as sating himself often comes before other necessities such as stealth and teamwork. Choji's favorite foods are Korean barbeque, snacks and sweets, though he enjoys anything that is edible just as well. His favorite hobby is buying snacks and his favorite phrase is "Meat." "Chōji" means "butterfly (Chō-)" and "the second son (-ji)" added together. Butterflies are insects known to eat sweets. Chōji also manifests butterfly wings made of chakra after eating the third red pill during his fight against Jirobo. The names "Ino", "Shika" and "Cho" are also a pun on the "Ino-Shika-Cho" winning combination in Hanafuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDbIvhKeGKI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Tumb3a5vl20/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203567138154879138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDbIvhKeGKI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Tumb3a5vl20/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Team Kurenai has appeared on several combined missions with Naruto from team 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aburame Shino:&lt;br /&gt;Shino Aburame is a Chunin from Naruto's graduating year (originally from Kurenai Yuhi's Genin Team 8 along with Hinata Hyuga and Kiba Inuzuka). As a part of Aburame clan tradition, Shino was infused at birth with a special breed of insects that feed on chakra. In return, the insects attack and do other tasks as he commands. Shino Aburame is a cool, collected, and solitary Chunin who is quite mysterious. He is portrayed as being somewhere between being merely stoic and matter-of-fact, rarely ever smiling or showing emotion at all; rather than thank his teammates for congratulating him on his victory in the preliminaries, he tells them that he expects them to do the same (both Kiba and Hinata lose their matches). He also has a tendency of holding grudges and being rather intimidating, such as seen when Naruto fails to recognize him in Part II, but easily recognizes Kiba and Hinata, despite him wearing clothing that covers much of his body.&lt;br /&gt;Behind his reserved demeanor, though, Shino places a lot of value on his friends and teamwork. While he can often be stern with Kiba over his impulsiveness, Kiba holds his abilities in high regard. Shino gets along well with Hinata, appearing extremely concerned as she goes into cardiac arrest after her match, and believing that she has the potential to become strong.&lt;br /&gt;Shino is extremely intelligent and consistently makes shrewd judgments and pinpoint reasoning which confirm his excellent analytical and observational skills. Like Shikamaru Nara, Shino prevails in battles by systematically staying steps ahead of the enemy. He cares very much for bugs, and can control them in exchange for his "chakra"&lt;br /&gt;Shino's favorite food is vegetable salad, and his least favorites are tofu balls and strong-smelling foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inuzuka Kiba:&lt;br /&gt;Kiba is often short-tempered and impulsive, in stark contrast to his teammates Shino and Hinata, and can be prone to making mistakes when he is agitated in battle. He deeply cares for Akamaru, and is willing to do whatever is necessary to protect him.&lt;br /&gt;Kiba often argues with Shino over what course of action the group should take, particularly when Shino advises caution. Kiba often sees himself as the group leader, and becomes offended at any of Shino's actions that he perceives as challenging his leadership. It seems as if there was a contest for the leadership of Team 8 during the Chunin Exams because Kiba says Hinata voted for him. Despite his disagreements with Shino, he considers Shino a friend, and respects his fighting capabilities. Kiba gets along well with Hinata, but tends to worry about her, urging her to be strong before the second phase of the exam, and forfeit rather than face a dangerous opponent.&lt;br /&gt;Kiba apparently loves to tease Hinata about her affections for Naruto. These teasing usually manifest themselves in tricking her that Naruto is near or just mentioning her reactions to him to other people much to her embrassment.&lt;br /&gt;Kiba commonly works with Naruto and Hinata in the filler arcs, often when Shino is absent. At one point, due to failing the Bikochu and Bounty Hunter missions, they are given a mission to test their teamwork, and told they will return to the academy if they fail. In the course of the mission, Kiba realizes that he and Naruto argue too much, and they put aside their differences to stop some ninja who have taken on their identities. Naruto, Kiba and Hinata succeed in their next mission together in the Cursed Haunted Castle arc.&lt;br /&gt;Kiba's relationship with Akamaru is highlighted in the Kiba's Long Day arc. After Akamaru is infected with a biological weapon that causes him to go berserk, Kiba believes that Naruto is trying to find and kill Akamaru, and attempts to take Akamaru out of Konoha. Kiba eventually stops resisting when he learns Naruto and Hana's true intentions, but is paralyzed by the prospect that their plan may still require them to kill Akamaru. He eventually regains his senses and appeals to Akamaru, causing Akamaru to regain enough of his true self to avoid killing Kiba, and allow him to administer the antidote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyuuga Hinata:&lt;br /&gt;Hinata is generally soft-spoken and polite, applying appropriate name suffixes to most people. She is notably kind, being unwilling to watch people get hurt in front of her, a trait that Neji considers a flaw. Hinata is able to understand people easily, and is one of the few people who understands how painful Naruto's childhood was. She generally thinks carefully before acting, allowing her to easily survive dangerous situations.&lt;br /&gt;Hinata has a long standing admiration for Naruto, and is the only rookie girl without a crush on Sasuke. Despite this, Naruto has always been oblivious to her attention, and due to her timidness, he finds it hard to be with her at times, but still claims that he likes Hinata. Hinata gets along well with her teammates. Kiba's actions toward her are often motivated by concern for her, as seen when he urges her to forfeit if she is matched against Neji. Shino often indicates that he believes in Hinata, and makes a point of telling it to others when they doubt or worry about her. Hinata is also the closest to Team 8's sensei, Kurenai Yuhi, who is especially invested in Hinata's growth as a ninja and as a person. Kurenai noted that Hinata had changed in her battle with Neji. After Hinata was knocked down for the last time, Kurenai, despite appearing sad over how much Hinata suffered, silently congratulated her student for changing herself. After this and for the rest of Part I, she begins strengthening herself as a ninja and as a person, and impresses Naruto at the very same time, speaking her mind more and training much harder than usual. In Part II, she evolves to the rank of Chunnin, indicating how hard she has been training. She also stutters less when she speaks, showing how much more confidence she has gained in herself. Despite this, her feelings for Naruto have blossomed over the timeskip, as she is unable to bring herself to greet him when he returns, and passes out after nine seconds when he goes to greet her. Despite this, her confidence and strength have caused Naruto to view the true side of her, and he now views her in a higher regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDbIeRKeGJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WRHmyhrHnXM/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203566841802135698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDbIeRKeGJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WRHmyhrHnXM/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sand team has appeared more often in the fight to bring Sasugay... Sasuke back to Konoha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabakuno Gaara: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaara is the son of the Fourth Kazekage and the younger brother of Temari and Kankuro. Because of Sunagakure's decreases in funds, Gaara's father ordered Chiyo to seal the One-Tailed Shukaku within Gaara during his birth in the hopes that he would become the ultimate weapon for the village. Because a sacrifice was needed, Gaara's mother, Karura, was used. Before she died, Karura cursed Sunagakure, hoping Gaara would avenge her death.&lt;br /&gt;Gaara was trained by his father, but raised mainly by his uncle, Yashamaru. Because of the power of Shukaku, the villagers of Sunagakure hated and feared Gaara, seeing him only for the monster sealed within him. For a time, Yashamaru seemed to be the only person who cared about Gaara. When Gaara would mistakenly harm others due to the subconscious abilities granted to him by Shukaku, Yashamaru would be the only one who understood that Gaara hadn't intended to harm anyone. Gaara's father, however, did not see Gaara in the same light, and viewed Gaara's frequent attacks upon villagers as a result of a failed experiment that was a threat to the village. Because of the danger Gaara imposed, his father began sending assassins to kill him, though when all attempts met with failure, the Kazekage asked Yashamaru to kill Gaara. As a result, Yashamaru tried to assassinate Gaara, though Gaara's abilities defeated Yashamaru with ease, saddening Gaara. Although Gaara tried to dismiss Yashamaru's attack as an order of the Kazekage, Yashamaru corrected him by saying that he had willingly accepted the mission. Having never truly loved Gaara, Yashamaru hoped that killing Gaara would avenge the death of his sister, who had named Gaara after the phrase "a self-loving carnage" (我を愛する修羅, Ware wo ai suru shura), a sign of her hate for Gaara. In a last ditch effort to kill Gaara, Yashamaru detonated a number of explosive tags covering his body, asking Gaara to, "Please die." Gaara survives the blast and loses the only person he thought had cared for him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabakuno Kankurou:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In comparison to his siblings, Kankuro sees the least amount of development, typically only making appearances to take part in battles. In Part I, one noticeable personality trait he displays is an apparent dislike for children, first seen when he attempts to beat up Konohamaru for running into him. This carries over to many of his interactions with other characters as he is noticeably irritated when in the presence of someone younger than him. This is most evident when he is seen with Gaara, who Kankuro is forced to put up with due to the fear his younger brother imposes on him.&lt;br /&gt;Despite their apparent differences, Gaara and Kankuro become very close over the timeskip as Gaara begins to confide in Kankuro, and shares his dreams of wanting to risk his life to protect Sunagakure. As such, Kankuro has become very protective of Gaara, willing to challenge anyone who puts Gaara down in his presence. When Gaara is captured by Akatsuki, Kankuro rushes to his brother's aid in an attempt to save him. He is quickly defeated and bedridden as a result, though joins Temari in looking for Gaara as soon as he is able to walk. Once Gaara is found and saved, Kankuro joins Temari in thanking Team 7 for saving their brother.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, Kankuro changes the design of his face paint with each of his appearances to correspond with the design of his puppets.&lt;br /&gt;In the original Japanese, Kankuro speaks with a distinctive Yokohama accent. He can often be heard ending his sentences with "jaan." This makes him sound tough, as this accent is often used for biker gang members or punk kids (called yankii in Japanese, Yokohama supposedly has many) in manga. It is possible that he was given this accent to make him sound different from the Konoha characters' standard Tokyo Japanese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabakuno Temari:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Temari is generally overbearing, if not crude, toward those around her, often not being afraid to speak her mind. Temari does have a caring side, and is not above showing concern for others. Temari also seems to value peace, as she questioned the reasoning of starting a war with Konoha. Three years after Sasuke's defection of Konoha, Temari became a Jonin along with Kankuro, and acts as a liaison between Sunagakure and Konoha, working with the village in preparations for the next Chunin Exams. Like Kankuro, her relations with Gaara have greatly improved, though she isn't as close as the two brothers. When Gaara was captured by the Akatsuki, Temari hurried back to the village to save her brother, and when Kankuro was poisoned, she watched over him until he was ready to move himself.&lt;br /&gt;Many of Temari's appearances are associated with Shikamaru Nara. They first face off in the Chunin Exams. Shikamaru proves a superior strategist and is in a position to win, but forfeits the match when he runs low on chakra, much to the shock of Temari. When the Sand Siblings are sent to aid Konoha in the Retrieval of Sasuke, she comes to Shikamaru's defense in his battle with Tayuya. When Naruto returns to Konoha and sees the two of them together, he asked them if they were on a date, which both of them denied it. Inscribed on her fan are three purple circles spaced equally across its length, which she calls "stars" ("moons" in the English dub). As she opens the fan to reveal each star in sequence, the fan's power increases greatly.&lt;br /&gt;Once all three stars are revealed, Temari can use her Cutting Whirlwind Technique or the more powerful Great Cutting Whirlwind Technique to create slicing whirlwinds. Because she can guide these forces with her chakra, she can easily use them to attack her opponents from great distances. Temari's fan is also capable of creating tornadoes, and with her Wind Release: Severing Pressure she can trap opponents and cut them in the process. In addition, her fan can be used to catch opponents off guard, and with Dust Wind Technique (塵の風の術, Fūsajin no Jutsu; English TV "Sand Storm Jutsu") she can create a wind current to blanket the area in dust, making it difficult for an opponent to stand once it has settled.&lt;br /&gt;Temari can also summon Kamatari, a one-eyed weasel summoned with her fan. Kamatari serves to aid her in battle, particularly by creating strong gusts of wind to attack her opponents. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDbHdBKeGII/AAAAAAAAAN0/5xeURnU0CFY/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203565720815671426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDbHdBKeGII/AAAAAAAAAN0/5xeURnU0CFY/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Uzumaki Naruto: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naruto Uzumaki (うずまきナルト, Uzumaki Naruto) is the main character in the anime and manga series &lt;a title="Naruto Series" href="http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Naruto_Series"&gt;Naruto&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Naruto can mean "maelstrom," and is also the name for a sliced stick of Kamaboko with a pink whirlpool design in the middle that is used as a topping for Ramen which is also Naruto's favorite food. The surname "Uzumaki" is a pun on "spiral" (渦巻), while "Uzumaki" refers to a three-dimensional spiral, like a whirlpool or vortex. A more accurate translation for spiral would be "Rasen." The Konoha leaf symbol is drawn with an arrow attached to a spiral, part of the seal on his abdomen is a spiral, the symbol on the back of his jacket and shoulders is a spiral, and one of his attacks is Rasengan, which means "Spiraling Sphere." "Uzumaki" can also mean "whirlpool," in reference to the Naruto whirlpool (鳴門の渦潮), named after the city of Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;October 10, Naruto's birthday, was Health and Sports Day ("Taiiku no hi") in Japan when his character was conceived. The holiday, however, was moved to the second Monday of October in 1999. Naruto was born on October 10th to Minato Namikaze the Fourth Hokage, and Kushina Uzumaki a ninja from the former Whirlpool Country, and was named after the lead character in Jiraiya's book. As a newborn infant, the nine-tailed demon fox, which had attacked the village of Konoha, was sealed within Naruto's body by his father.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the Fourth Hokage's wish that Naruto be seen as a hero who contained the demon, the villagers of Konoha harbored a fierce hatred for the young child, since he bore the spirit of the demon who decimated their once peaceful village. Naruto wasn't even aware of the presence of the demonic entity inside him until he was twelve years old, leaving him confused for most of his childhood about why the villagers of Konoha hated him so much.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Naruto was befriended by his compassionate ninja instructor, a Chunin named Iruka Umino. Though Iruka's own parents perished at the hands of the demon fox, Iruka didn't blame Naruto for their deaths. Instead, Iruka accepted Naruto and empathized with the boy's desire to be accepted, since he too once had the same desire. He may have been the first person to believe in Naruto, and has made a lasting impact on Naruto himself. It is through Iruka's presence as Naruto's only family figure that Naruto learns to overcome his sadness. Before graduating from the Academy, Naruto had a craving for acknowledgment. He would play pranks all around the village in an attempt to be recognized by its inhabitants. This included, but was not limited to, painting graffiti on the monument depicting the first four Hokages, and transforming himself into a naked female version of himself to annoy his instructors. He would also tell everyone who doubted him on a near-constant basis that he would one day become Hokage. As he tells Iruka, he wishes to achieve this rank in order to be recognized by those around him, and to have the responsibility of defending them. Even after graduating, Naruto is still determined to be recognized, and becomes the "Number One Loudest, Unpredictable, Hyperactive Knuckleheaded Ninja" of Konoha, as described by Kakashi Hatake.&lt;br /&gt;Naruto's exuberant personality and fiery desire for self-improvement strongly impacts the lives of those around him. At the beginning of the series, Naruto befriends Konohamaru, the grandson of the Third Hokage, and it is through his brief tutelage that Konohamaru learns that the path to success is through plenty of hard work. Despite his brash, headstrong, and even slightly dumb nature, Naruto is a clever prankster who overcomes his opponents through a combination of willpower, clever diversions, and more-often-than-not dumb luck (though as Kakashi states, luck is very important).&lt;br /&gt;Naruto has a great sense of humor, albeit somewhat perverted in some cases, and usually smiles and laughs all round (though at times, he smiles to hide whatever is bothering him so no one worries about him; those who are closest to him see right through it). Outside his world, he's just an ordinary, loud, hotheaded kid with a fierce will and a knack for getting into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;One of Naruto's hobbies is gardening, even though Naruto was beaten in episode 20 for not knowing the difference between weeds and herbs. He is the one who gives Kakashi Mr. Ukki, the plant seen on Kakashi's windowsill (Kishimoto once described how he had the same plant for a while until he fed it undiluted plant food).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sasugay... Uchiha Sasuke:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sasuke's given name comes from the legendary ninja Sarutobi Sasuke. His surname, Uchiha, is another way of pronouncing "uchiwa", or a paper fan, which is actually the Uchiha clan symbol. Uchiwa cannot be folded. In contrast, Ōgi, which Temari uses as her weapon, can be folded. Although both uchiwa and ōgi produce wind by fanning, the former is used in more practical/everyday situation such as cooking or commoners cooling themselves down during a hot summer day. The latter is considered to be more formal. Uchiwa can be used to fan flames, making the flame hotter — referring to the fact that the Uchiha is a clan of fire-jutsu users. A Genin-rank ninja, Sasuke is the natural genius offspring of the once powerful Uchiha clan. One of the more outstanding clans in Konohagakure, the Uchiha clan was known for its kekkei genkai, the Sharingan, as well as their use of fire element jutsu after their country's namesake. Like most of the Uchiha clan members, Sasuke's chakra has an affinity for fire based jutsu. The clan also formed much of Konohagakure's village police force. Sasuke is one of three known remaining survivors.During Part I, Sasuke was considered the best Genin of the Rookie Nine, and could have been the strongest. To this end, Sasuke's only desire as a shinobi was to get stronger, and he saw everything from his teammates, to the other villagers as simply being in the way. In fact, during their first bell test with Kakashi, Sasuke's reason for not working with Naruto and Sakura was because he thought they were respectively weak and annoying, and they would get in his way. However when he was proven wrong by Sakura's knowledge, and Naruto's desire to also become stronger he began to value his teammates and even began to risk his life to save them if he needed to, valuing their lives more than his desire to kill Itachi. In Part II, Sasuke showed he had stayed true to his original personality. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haruno Sakura:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sakura Haruno (春野サクラ, Haruno Sakura) is a main character in the anime and manga series Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;The name "Haruno" means "spring field" and "Sakura" means "cherry blossom", which is cherished in Japan due to its beauty and almost tragically short life span (sakura blossoms have historically been associated with samurai). In Japanese "Haru no Sakura" means "cherry blossom of spring" which may be an origin of the name. Sakura Haruno is a member of Kakashi Hatake's Team 7, originally consisting of herself, Naruto Uzumaki, and Sasuke Uchiha. Contrary to her teammates, Sakura did not experience any kind of tragedy during her childhood. Because of this, she takes for granted things Naruto and Sasuke wish they had, most particularly a loving parent. Sakura's favorite foods are syrup-coated anko dumplings and umeboshi, with her least favorite being anything spicy. Her favorite phrases are "courage" (勇気, Yūki) and "a lifetime full of love" (一線愛の人生よ！, Issen ai no jinsei yo!).&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the series, Sakura's only defining characteristic is her intelligence, largely due to her interest in memorizing things and the taking of quizzes while in the Academy. Because of this, Sakura is unable to contribute largely in battles, her stamina and overall talent being below average. Soon after the start of her first mission, however, Sakura discovers that she has an excellent control over her chakra, and as such she can use jutsu to their maximum efficiency. While this particular ability is never put to great use in Part I, it becomes a focal point of Sakura's fighting style in Part II.&lt;br /&gt;Within Sakura resides an "Inner Sakura", a manifestation of her inner emotions that, aside from comic relief, serves as a representation of Sakura's actual opinion on things when she outwardly displays something opposite. Inner Sakura's appearances are typically marked by an exclamation of "Shannaro" (しゃーんなろー). The phrase has no literal meaning, but is usually translated as "hell yeah", "hell no", or "damn it" depending on the situation ("Cha!" in the English anime). Inner Sakura's appearances are fairly infrequent, her last appearance being Sakura's fight during the Chunin Exams. Inner Sakura briefly resurfaces later on during one of the anime's filler arcs, and again at the start of Part II. This large gap between appearances is likely due to Sakura becoming more comfortable with herself, and no longer having what she says contrast how she actually feels. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This information was taken from Wikipedia. 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(and pictures.)'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDbLFxKeGNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FENfmZbbPhY/s72-c/trio-sound-by-soniko.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-6630562525470579351</id><published>2008-05-23T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T03:35:31.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>went for my PTA today.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee was cruel for a guy who cross dressed during Camp Corri.&lt;br /&gt;my results weren't too good, but hey, i was better than alot of the cohort.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;life isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 9!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-6630562525470579351?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/6630562525470579351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=6630562525470579351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/6630562525470579351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/6630562525470579351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_23.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-3603768802497971302</id><published>2008-05-22T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:43:29.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, i went to IKEA yesterday, but i couldn't upload the pictures till today, it's sad, but yeah. my sis needed to use the computer, so i let her use it first, i guess. so anyways, here are the pictures i took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOTE, RYAN, DO NOT SE ANY PICTURES, NO MATTER HOW NICE YOU FIND THEM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahem, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203142889875314674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVG5BKeF_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/RK7dUJW4GNw/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an example of the wide range of goods at IKEA, i love just coming here for no eason, trust me, i always walk out with something ^^ it's just so fun to walk around here ^^ plus the stuff they produce is good and cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203145763208435826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVJgRKeGHI/AAAAAAAAANs/T34NsLkq2zo/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;lights section, my favourite, i wanted to buy the white one alot, it had a clear pattern of detailed sakura petals. it would look very nice in my room at night ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203145316531837010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVJGRKeGFI/AAAAAAAAANc/aJHabd-no2o/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try heaven and hell ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVIsBKeGEI/AAAAAAAAANU/Gi2ivEFFWh0/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203144865560270914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVIsBKeGEI/AAAAAAAAANU/Gi2ivEFFWh0/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i LOVE curtain lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like you know, those at christmas draping on the orchard street lamps? it's so awesome to go out and see them. curtain lights are really cool ^^  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVITBKeGCI/AAAAAAAAANE/D32pg0jS-MU/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203144436063541282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVITBKeGCI/AAAAAAAAANE/D32pg0jS-MU/s400/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lost the other picture, but there was a matching one for this, i promise i'll post it when i have the time another day, and this would be from the paintings section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVH0RKeGBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6e_yJNEXDD0/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203143907782563858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVH0RKeGBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6e_yJNEXDD0/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVHdhKeGAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cYGZSvHUUt0/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203143516940539906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVHdhKeGAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cYGZSvHUUt0/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 very nice bed settings. although i like the urbaness of the first set up, i do believe i prefer the white setting because of the nice and unique lights. plus white is contrasting to many of my qualities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevermind, you wouldn't understand, i hardly can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVGdxKeF-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/N7zzyDmPIJw/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203142421723879394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVGdxKeF-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/N7zzyDmPIJw/s400/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RYAN, THIS IS THE PICTURE I WAS TALKING ABOUT. IF YOU SAVE AND POST IT ON VISUAL RANDOMNESS, I WILL MAKE SURE YOU WAKE UP WITH THAT BEDROOM SETTING UP YOUR NOSE, GOT IT? *narrows eyes* ... by the way, my cousin took this picture ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-3603768802497971302?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/3603768802497971302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=3603768802497971302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/3603768802497971302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/3603768802497971302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/nice-pictures_22.html' title='Nice Pictures.'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDVG5BKeF_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/RK7dUJW4GNw/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-5233933567801591994</id><published>2008-05-20T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:43:35.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimension 987 Chapter 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"seems like there are mega computers only in major companies like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Singtel&lt;/span&gt; and Creative. all the main outlets are found over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tuas&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri confirmed, and Wan nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"could we manage to actually break in to use it, is the problem." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; asked. Wan and Sheri looked at him in amazement as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hisagi&lt;/span&gt; took a loud sip of what he believed was '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;koke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"..." &lt;/span&gt;Sheri looked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hisagi&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'dude, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;?'&lt;/span&gt; face. Wan laughed and then turned serious. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"look, this whole search engine thing could be arranged only if we know how to reprogram the whole system to become a search engine. doing so would probably get rid off all the information inside the computer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"we save it first. wouldn't it be solved that way?"&lt;/span&gt; Sheri said simply. Wan shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Wan is right."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; away from the screen for a moment to look at all of the others. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"such a large risk might damage the hard disk of the mega com. it has always been a storage space for numbers and codes. to reformat it into a search engine might be the most dangerous thing to the data in the server."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"could we transfer the data?"&lt;/span&gt; Wan tried. 'that could work...' she considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"no, that would take up the same amount of storage space, we would need another mega com to store the information in. or at least a storage space of its size."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri connected, and Wan nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Maybe we really could reformat it... without transferring."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; turned to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"how... i see."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri looked at him opening tabs on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;, Yahoo and Google. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"you want to transfer the data onto the WWW, even if just for a minute. smart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"the problem is whether it would work. transferring this this much data could cause corruption in some of the numbers and facts and figures. data could be lost."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; frowned and Sheri joined him. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"it's worth a shot."&lt;/span&gt; Wan said, looking over to the silent jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i do believe this could work, but first we would have to find out how much data can be stored in each website, and then how much data is left after the transfer. the amount of space left after transferring the data must be enough to support the reformatting of the storage space to an efficient search engine."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri said, and she turned to the screen. she took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt; space and started typing as soon as the doorbell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; went to open the door in case it was a Walls salesman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;or something&lt;/span&gt;. he didn't need the rest to know of his consumption of paddle pop. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'they'd never let me live it down.'&lt;/span&gt; he thought, shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Th...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan said, and he nearly fell through the door. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; wanted to catch him, but missed. Ryan fell face flat on the floor. everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sweatdropped&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"what's going on here?"&lt;/span&gt; Wan said, joining them at the doorway. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"oh, Ryan's complaining because we made him walk some."&lt;/span&gt; Jean rolled her eyes, holding up 2 bags. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"and this was all we got."&lt;/span&gt; Faye said, gesturing to the bags.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "yes..."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan said, getting up slowly, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"and you spent billions of years walking around the mall deciding to get it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"it was an hour."&lt;/span&gt; Faye protested, and Ryan nodded.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "an hour of torture."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Enough, we need to discuss strategies of break in."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; said. seeing the look of curiosity on their faces, he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"you will not believe what has been discussed here while you were shopping."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"are you certain it would work?"&lt;/span&gt; Ryan asked for about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;' billionth time. Sheri nodded irritably. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yes Ryan, it would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; work."&lt;/span&gt; she looked at Wan and Jean. they seemed slightly out of it, walking into pillars halfway to class. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i don't want any second thoughts about this, it's going down tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; up for it. the whole chalet thing because of Sheri's birthday happens to be running perfectly."&lt;/span&gt; Faye said, slightly excited. Sheri was sure Faye really meant to go. so did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt;, even if it wasn't his principle. "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if it needs to be done, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing it. what other choice do i have?"&lt;/span&gt; he had said, and several of them nodded slightly. Sheri stuffed the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; book in the Magician's Guild series into her bag, The Novice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hisagi&lt;/span&gt; hasn't said a word since we last spoke to him in a group, since we met him." Ryan said, and his eyes widened. "do you think i offended him?"&lt;/span&gt; Faye rolled her eyes. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"no, Ryan, i don't think you did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yeah, just give him more coke and he'll be happy."&lt;/span&gt; Wan added, and Jean smiled. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"this is where we split,"&lt;/span&gt; Sheri pointed at their class. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"... later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"ugh.. of all times to not pick up."&lt;/span&gt; Jean said, flipping her cell shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"what's wrong?"&lt;/span&gt; Wan asked. when Jean told her, she shut her eyes. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'the most important bits, and that guy just... oh god...' &lt;/span&gt;she shook her head, and Faye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tsked&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"we wait for another 4 minutes, and times up. we can't wait too long."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; said impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"tonight's the only night, and he should have met us here 9 minutes ago. he knows that."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri said, and Faye nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"tonight might be our only chance, with the function going on including all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Singtel&lt;/span&gt; personnel."&lt;/span&gt; she said, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"jeez, that boy is seriously messed up. he just couldn't..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"...charge his phone at the right time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan got out of a cab behind them, and smiled. the cab drove away into the distance. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"did you give the driver the right excuse?"&lt;/span&gt; Faye asked immediately. Ryan nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"a church camp."&lt;/span&gt; he answered, and Wan nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'if we all give different excuses, the taxi firm will have no proof of us coming here for this.'&lt;/span&gt; Jean thought, looking at Faye. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'that was some smooth thinking, Faye.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"let's figure out how to get in."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; said, bringing them all back to the problem. Sheri sighed. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'here comes the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;difficult bit.'&lt;/span&gt; she thought. they, including &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Hisagi&lt;/span&gt;, walked up to the entrance of the building. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"that, is going to be hard to get by." &lt;/span&gt;Ryan said, ticking his finger in the direction of a small metal box located on the left of 2 large metal doors. it had a few buttons with gold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;greek&lt;/span&gt; numbers imprinted on them. Faye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;leaned&lt;/span&gt; up close to examine the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"hey..."&lt;/span&gt; she said. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'these aren't in order.'&lt;/span&gt; she leaned in closer. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"these aren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;greek&lt;/span&gt; numbers... they... they are hieroglyphics!"&lt;/span&gt; she backed away. Sheri took her place. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"no way. this is how far they'd go to prevent a break-in? jeez... this is going to be difficult. we had a list of codes ready to try, the president's and vice's birthdays and stuff, weddings... but these aren't numbers."&lt;/span&gt; she observed. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"how you know they aren't numbers?"&lt;/span&gt; Wan inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i went to Egypt last year."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri replied, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; came forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"maybe there's something underneath."&lt;/span&gt; he looked at the box from downward and used a torch. nothing. he observed the box at a distance, then looked at it up close again. he touched the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Red light began to flow from behind the buttons, like it was an activated cell phone. the rest grew alarmed, and began to back away. But not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt;. he walked up to the box and squinted at the light like it wasn't blinding at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"... The blue circuit has an engraving which would be this button, and then the red circuit has this..."&lt;/span&gt; he punched in the buttons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Red is technically closer to the start of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;pantone&lt;/span&gt; colour chart, and thus... no, it should be this one, then the insignia on the blue circuit. next would be the engraving on the purple..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sheri walked up to his side with Wan and the other 3 on the other side. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Hisagi&lt;/span&gt; stood on the pathway, a couple of metres to their left. he was smiling. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Finally.' &lt;/span&gt;he thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'at last.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Theon's&lt;/span&gt; eyes were clouded over and slightly with a pale red hue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sheri backed away in large steps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'What's going on?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-5233933567801591994?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/5233933567801591994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=5233933567801591994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5233933567801591994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5233933567801591994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/dimension-987-chapter-8.html' title='Dimension 987 Chapter 8'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-5955451969042258624</id><published>2008-05-19T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:32:12.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;was texting TL yesterday, advice was to sleep it off and drink more water.&lt;br /&gt;i did, and now the fever is almost gone, but i still have the puking thing going strong.&lt;br /&gt;i may have food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;last year, in Egypt, i had Acute Tonsilitis. hurt like WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;then just like, a few days back, i had a really bad cough. also hurt like WOAH, my throat, i mean. that cough was mean, it went on for like, over 2 weeks. trust me, i am NOT kidding.&lt;br /&gt;UGGHHH................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-5955451969042258624?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/5955451969042258624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=5955451969042258624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5955451969042258624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5955451969042258624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_19.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-6105404746690881972</id><published>2008-05-19T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:54:47.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deathnote lovers, this one is for you ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJY58e_nbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/9cLohHaZQpg/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202318272078257586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJY58e_nbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/9cLohHaZQpg/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L... love you &lt;3 lol, kidding. i don't obsess. i think 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJV98e_naI/AAAAAAAAAME/uJkRrjOVLvk/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202315042262850978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJV98e_naI/AAAAAAAAAME/uJkRrjOVLvk/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zomg, this picture is really cute ^^ L in Chibi!!! XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJVgMe_nZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/e04VxH3D63Y/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202314531161742738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJVgMe_nZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/e04VxH3D63Y/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another Matt picture ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJVT8e_nYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/i3ceMKif3no/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202314320708345218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJVT8e_nYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/i3ceMKif3no/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think Matt and L are the hottest guys in Deathnote ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJUw8e_nXI/AAAAAAAAALs/xlhHLegFGdA/s1600-h/n1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202313719412923762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJUw8e_nXI/AAAAAAAAALs/xlhHLegFGdA/s400/n1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... so this is what happens when Near is bored =,=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJQdce_nTI/AAAAAAAAALM/8RJZMdF_GHs/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202308986358963506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJQdce_nTI/AAAAAAAAALM/8RJZMdF_GHs/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Near, Matt and Mello ^^ it would be so cute if it didn't look like 3 way yaoi, yeah? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJQE8e_nSI/AAAAAAAAALE/MnmVYqT5kjo/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202308565452168482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJQE8e_nSI/AAAAAAAAALE/MnmVYqT5kjo/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no idea why L is covered in cake... i hope its cake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... erm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's just say, i don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJN68e_nRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Lcog1DqO_Vg/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202306194630221074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJN68e_nRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Lcog1DqO_Vg/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; obviously, this picture is overated. i mean, Misa isn't that pretty or cute. No offense to Misa lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJMdce_nQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Rb7po3LODws/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202304588312452354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJMdce_nQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Rb7po3LODws/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i just love this picture. it's so cute and cartoonish ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJL6Me_nPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PSQ3CCGmBSQ/s1600-h/deathnote_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202303982722063602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJL6Me_nPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PSQ3CCGmBSQ/s400/deathnote_comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha!! A classic mistake ^^ Go L!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-6105404746690881972?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/6105404746690881972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=6105404746690881972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/6105404746690881972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/6105404746690881972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/nice-pictures_19.html' title='Nice Pictures.'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDJY58e_nbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/9cLohHaZQpg/s72-c/deathnote_comic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-3326556815399963423</id><published>2008-05-19T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:03:38.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimension 987 Chapter 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"... you... you're the jumper?"&lt;/span&gt; Jean clarified. the man... the boy smiled and nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"greetings,"&lt;/span&gt; he said, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"i am from Dimension 93."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"oh jesus..."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri slid down on the floor. not only was he kind of ditzy, but he was also dressed wierd and had a queer accent. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"ok ok. we need to get this sorted out." &lt;/span&gt;Ryan said, and everyone looked at him. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"we could take him to your house..." &lt;/span&gt;Faye considered, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yeah, and let him borrow some of your clothes."&lt;/span&gt; Jean said. Wan nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"good, let's get going."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all trooped downstairs, Hisagi slightly dazed, and hailed a cab. Theon, Sheri, Wan and Hisagi got in first. the others needed a seperate cab.&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, Jurong street 14, Blk 97." Theon said, and the uncle nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"what, is that friend of your's cosplaying?" &lt;/span&gt;the cab driver asked, smiling, and Sheri quickly said, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yes. we're headed to the convention immediately after we get his... erm... cloak."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri glared at Wan, who was trying to stifle a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"ok!!"&lt;/span&gt; the cab driver guy laughed, and Theon gave a small audible sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Uhm... uncle, please fetch us to Jurong street 14, Blk 97." &lt;/span&gt;Faye said uneasily, nodding to Ryan to check she said the right thing. When he nodded at her, she sat back in the seat. Jean turned to Faye.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "we should get him some clothes of his own. maybe we could sidetrack to the mall and....."&lt;/span&gt;Jean was cut off as Faye said to the cabby, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"uncle, Jurong Point, please!! sorry!!"&lt;/span&gt; The uncle cursed loudly as he missed the turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"alright kids. next time just tell me when the ride actually starts, ok?"&lt;/span&gt; he said, and Ryan nodded vigorously. he was thankful the guy was actually willing to swith direction, let alone without a lecture. Faye and Jean seemed relieved as well. Jean laughed and nodded, and Faye joined her. Ryan shook his head at his crazy girlfriend, and started calling Sheri on her music express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"hey Sher? yeah. slight misunderstanding. we're heading to Jurong Point."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"What?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yeah, Faye and Jean decided to buy this jumper dude some clothes."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan looked at Faye and Jean accusingly. They grinned and turned to each other. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"i think we should go to Samuel and Kev."&lt;/span&gt; Jean said. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"they had nice jeans, yeah..."&lt;/span&gt; Faye replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"So what, we go ahead with research first?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yeah, i guess. get somewhere with a great power source, maybe we can find some better and more relevant information with a greater search engine."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan considered this to be a perfectly understandable suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"...... that... that might work..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sheri said, and she smirked. &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;good thinking, Ryan, we'll see you back here after the girls are done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan sighed. the girls were still talking about how they thought they should go to IP Zone when his cell rang again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"by the way, Ryan, he looks like a size M for shirts, a 29 inch for waist, a size 8 for shoes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sheri said into the receiver. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ciao."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Oh screw this.'&lt;/span&gt; Ryan thought, taking down the measurements on a receipt.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"they won't be joining us for now."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri informed Wan and Theon. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"what's going on? Taxi drove into the drain or something?"&lt;/span&gt; Wan guessed wildly. Sheri hit her on the back of her head. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"no, duck head, they went to buy this jumper boy some clothes."&lt;/span&gt; Theon twisted the key and unlocked the door. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"what did Ryan say? it's rare you say 'good thinking' to him."&lt;/span&gt; Theon asked, and Wan laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"he said to find a major power source with a greater search engine. something... that could help us find what we need to. past records, what happened with Wan's brother."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri offered, and Wan frowned. Hisagi stood still, and Wan sighed as she pushed him into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Ow."&lt;/span&gt; Hisagi said, as Wan pushed him onto the sofa, and she walked to the kitchen. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Water... oh whatever, let's just have some coke."&lt;/span&gt; she said, getting out 4 cups. when she was done she gave a cup to Hisagi, Theon and Sheri, keeping one for herself. she sipped, watching Hisagi out of the corner of her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"this is very sweet."&lt;/span&gt; she heard him mumble, and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"course, that's alot of sugar in there, bub."&lt;/span&gt; she sat down next to him, grinning. he looked at her. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"...oh."&lt;/span&gt; was all he said. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i'm Wan. Mr Serious over there is Theon, and the girl's my friend, she's Sheri. she's annoying."&lt;/span&gt; Wan cared to add, and she watched Sheri twitch with certain amusement.&lt;br /&gt;Hisagi laughed. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'how interesting the people are here.'&lt;/span&gt; he thought, sipping more of the sweet liquid they called '&lt;em&gt;koke&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-3326556815399963423?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/3326556815399963423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=3326556815399963423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/3326556815399963423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/3326556815399963423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/dimension-987-chapter-7.html' title='Dimension 987 Chapter 7'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-8571254753684510547</id><published>2008-05-18T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:32:51.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Decided to do something random, so i posted pictures. Final Fantasy, for someone's wh is clearly obsessed with the PSP version, 1-6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDEBgMe_nMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JYt-JjQMqTg/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201940697208298690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDEBgMe_nMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JYt-JjQMqTg/s400/00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kadaj, Yazoo and Loz. they all have nice hair =D lol. i like long hair, but Kadaj here looks really cute and innocent ^^ but we all know the real story &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDEBZ8e_nLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Z59E73nmPMM/s1600-h/Whinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201940589834116274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDEBZ8e_nLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Z59E73nmPMM/s400/Whinny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; omg, Sephiroth. you're so cute in that picture. the chibi thing is really cute ^^ can't help but put this picture in. Posing with Fruit. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDD_uce_nKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/U2w4YAO8G5Q/s1600-h/CloudandZack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201938742998178978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDD_uce_nKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/U2w4YAO8G5Q/s400/CloudandZack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ZOMG. Cloud and Zack yaoi. nothing to say here, just enjoy the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDD-UMe_nII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-uaTMg1JbEc/s1600-h/Whinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201937192514985090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDD-UMe_nII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-uaTMg1JbEc/s400/Whinny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vincent Valentine :3 he's cool. i like him. being a Vamp certainly has its advantages. nice aura, backdrop and hair and clothing effects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-8571254753684510547?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/8571254753684510547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=8571254753684510547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/8571254753684510547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/8571254753684510547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/nice-pictures_18.html' title='Nice Pictures.'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SDEBgMe_nMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JYt-JjQMqTg/s72-c/00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-1173815666503029772</id><published>2008-05-18T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:56:14.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>what is strength, truly?&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine says it is the use of it, and not the amount.&lt;br /&gt;that is true. i totally agree.&lt;br /&gt;but i also have another take on strength, and i have no idea if anyone would agree. so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;for me, strength is the power and sheer brilliance to walk out into public with something you know will make everyone laugh and scorn at you, but you do so anyway. be it your personal character, what you wear, or just some face painting or cosplaying.&lt;br /&gt;there. i said it.&lt;br /&gt;i think people who dare to walk out in their own true skin are just amazing. whether it's outrageous clothes or whatever, these people, in my opinion, are strong.&lt;br /&gt;just in a different from what my friend says.&lt;br /&gt;ok got to get that out before i forgot to post it, so.&lt;br /&gt;chapter 6!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-1173815666503029772?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/1173815666503029772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=1173815666503029772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/1173815666503029772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/1173815666503029772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_7407.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-6186390864096986120</id><published>2008-05-18T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:00:55.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. so. yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i was tired, didn't feel like posting about it. and so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing it today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up. brushed, cleaned up, combed my hair and tamed it, note tamed.&lt;br /&gt;went straight to the computer. checked my mail. read one from Ashleigh, with pictures. she's going to name her toilet bowl in Australia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Itachi&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apparantly&lt;/span&gt;, her father's car is a female named Bellatrix.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt; friends.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i set off early. had some business to take care of at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt;, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;business was done 45 minutes before we were supposed to meet, i had 3/4 hours to burn.&lt;br /&gt;ate a barrel of popcorn. well, not really a barrel, that would get me hyper for years to come. no, a small box, but then, it felt like a barrel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;met up with Ryan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Roshi&lt;/span&gt; downstairs at Candy Empire. was shocked at my own intellect to actually find the place.&lt;br /&gt;we went to Burger King to eat. had a laugh at stupid things, hit Ryan on the head a couple of times. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Roshi&lt;/span&gt; laughing.&lt;br /&gt;left.&lt;br /&gt;went to Toys R' Us. Ryan bought a water gun.&lt;br /&gt;*palms face*&lt;br /&gt;we tried to pretend we didn't know him. honestly, we tried... too bad people had already seen us together. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;anyway... then Faye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sms'ed&lt;/span&gt; Ryan and said she couldn't come. i was all...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING.&lt;br /&gt;then we went off to find some real lunch and sat in a Thai restaurant waiting for Abby.&lt;br /&gt;we ordered, the waiter was an annoying chicken head.&lt;br /&gt;food came, and so did Abby. Ryan went to get her from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; station. we waited and made stupid jokes. and laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Roshi&lt;/span&gt; wanted some air. but was lazy to move. She stood up, the sat down. then stood up, and sat down again.&lt;br /&gt;we laughed like mad people about that.&lt;br /&gt;Abby came back with Ryan. i loved her jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ROCKIN&lt;/span&gt;' JEANS, Abby.&lt;br /&gt;so we waited for Abby to eat her portion which we had set aside for her, and we split the bill.&lt;br /&gt;Abby didn't want to get wet, which was next on our agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Roshi&lt;/span&gt; explained how our agenda was to meet up, have lunch and get wet.&lt;br /&gt;i agreed. she worried about getting her clothes wet.&lt;br /&gt;i told her it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Roshi&lt;/span&gt; didn't have extra clothes either. she still refused.&lt;br /&gt;we went upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;me and Ryan lay down in the water.&lt;br /&gt;I got everyone wet.&lt;br /&gt;i poured water on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; and followed him around, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;squirting&lt;/span&gt; him dead straight with my good aiming and Ryan's water gun.&lt;br /&gt;he fell for that a combination of 7 times. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we got dried, got changed, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Roshi&lt;/span&gt; got a message from Faye saying how she was coming after all, but only for like, and hour.&lt;br /&gt;panic arose.&lt;br /&gt;we had no cake.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i settled for buying her a small ice cream from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Haagen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Daz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we walked to the station.&lt;br /&gt;we spilt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;slime&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Mini Toons&lt;/span&gt; on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt; nearly died laughing. it looked retarded on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan insulted me.&lt;br /&gt;i t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hreatened&lt;/span&gt; to walk in the opposite direction home.&lt;br /&gt;Abby, Faye, Abby and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Roshi&lt;/span&gt; tried to stop me. not sure about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Theon&lt;/span&gt;, but Ryan was absolutely delighted to see me go.&lt;br /&gt;still, majority wins, i was invited back into the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then we split up, i took the train a little while with Faye before she had to get off at Raffles. went the rest of the way on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;now... for Chapter 6...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-6186390864096986120?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/6186390864096986120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=6186390864096986120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/6186390864096986120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/6186390864096986120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_18.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-7409842658217212632</id><published>2008-05-18T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:52:01.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimension 987 Chapter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Where are the rest..."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan mumbled, waiting for Sheri, Faye, Wan and Jean in the foyer with Theon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Patience is a virtue."&lt;/span&gt; Theon sid, reading the last book of the Artemis Fowl collection. Ryan glanced sideways at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"... hey Theon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"...yeah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"you know how i have Faye?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"...yeah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"When are you going to get a girlfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"well?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Shut up, Ryan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Haha, ok, ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"What are you guys talking about?"&lt;/span&gt; Jean said, bounding up in between them. Ryan feigned having a heart attack. Sheri, Wan and Faye rolled their eyes. Jean laughed and said, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"come on, let's go get lunch before heading to Sheri's place, her mom is still vacumming."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Sheri, no offence, but you're mum's a neat freak."&lt;/span&gt; Wan said, straightforwardly. Sheri felt like one of those anime arrow-daggers flew out from Wan's mouth and stuck into her.&lt;br /&gt;but it was true, in a way. let's just say every single time, without fail, if the group went to Sheri's house, the rooms had already been done, dusted and sparkled. Sheri sighed and pulled on her bag strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"let's just go to the bubble tea shop or something. i don't feel like eating a proper meal today."&lt;/span&gt; Faye suggested, and since everyone happened to have a heavy recess that day, the all went to have 'lunch' at the bubble tea shop.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hisagi walked out into the open sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a boy and his guardian were looking at what he was wearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Mummy, doesn't that man feel hot?"&lt;/span&gt;the little boy asked. his mother looked slightly uneasy and whispered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"maybe, now don't go saying things about strangers, Dylan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hisagi kicked a round, greyish item on the floor. it flew a couple metres, than shuddered to a stop on the rocky pavement. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'when will i meet them. the time difference is large, i need to quckly train them...'&lt;/span&gt; he thought, and he quickened his pace, hoping he was going in the right direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;suddenly, Hisagi felt a pulse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he reached into his bag and pulled out the twin crystal necklace for the first time agent he used, the first crystal necklace. it gave off slight pulses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'does this mean the necklace will help me?'&lt;/span&gt; he thought, and he turned slightly to his left. the pulse died down. he turned a full 180 degrees to his right. the necklace gave off a significant pulse. he smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'excellent.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"go for yahoo, then the other 3 will search on google."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan said, and it was done. Sheri, Wan and Theon were searching on the Vaio laptop, and Ryan, Faye and Jean were searching on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"wait. i know a better site."&lt;/span&gt; Faye said, and she typed in a different URL. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'i think i saw this page before...'&lt;/span&gt; Wan thought, scrutinising the page carefully.&lt;br /&gt;the page opened with a collective amount of information, and the latest news on the home page. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"this website has always been a fave when i did my projects, it's a very informative site."&lt;/span&gt; Faye said, clicking on the recent links. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'wow. she's good on the computer.'&lt;/span&gt; Ryan thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"we could go to Youtube, and see if there's any footage this morning."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan suggested, and Theon nodded, clicking on the URL bar. they went to check. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Youtube, huh... good move.'&lt;/span&gt; Theon thought, clicking on recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"nothing..."&lt;/span&gt; Wan said, and Jean come around. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"try paranormalsights.org, they have some stuff that might be relevant."&lt;/span&gt; everyone looked at her. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i was bored, ok?! i was just typing in random stuff in my URL bar, and it just came up!"&lt;/span&gt; she said, flailing her arms. everyone sweatdropped, but Ryan typed it in and the site opened. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'this site seems reliable...'&lt;/span&gt; Sheri thought, seeing nothing but information and pictures of realistic looking alien life forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"recent..."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan clicked on the link. another page opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"BINGO!!"&lt;/span&gt; Sheri shouted. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Sheri, tone it down, your father is still sleeping."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri's mother came in to say. Sheri nodded, not taking her eyes off the screen. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"at around midnight today, 2 gigantic gates were seen opening over the Harbourfront MRT station. this was witnessed by 4 teenagers, who were out having a school camp. they had strayed from the school compound for several hours, meaning to watch the sunrise over Sentosa island, but had ran away the second the '2 gigantic doors were seen opening over the MRT station'. this news is brought to you by Punk of Venus."&lt;/span&gt; Wan read out softly, and Faye left her chair to get a closer look.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 'this is interesting. i wonder how the article will continue itself...'&lt;/span&gt; Faye said, reading it with slight amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"this could mean that the jumper is already on route to finding us."&lt;/span&gt; Jean noted. Ryan nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"and if he follows the link, it's sure to lead him to us."&lt;/span&gt; he added, and Theon grabbed his school bag.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "we should get out of this house."&lt;/span&gt; he said urgently. Sheri nodded. Wan took up her bag as well. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"of course, it makes perfect sense. we can't have this guy coming into Sheri's house by the window or something, anything's possible when the jumper's uneducated about the conduct here."&lt;/span&gt; Faye said, and Ryan picked up his bag, and handed Faye's to her. she gave a nod, and Jean stuffed a piece of printed information from the paranormalsights website into her bag before she began wearing her shoes. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'let's hope this helps...'&lt;/span&gt; she thought. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'and that we find this guy soon.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they trudged down the stairs to the nearest life landing, they saw a very unusually dressed man coming out of the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt; Theon scrutinised the man. then finally, he saw what the man was holding. Sheri and Wan gasped.&lt;br /&gt;a string of pale pink crystals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"it's you..."&lt;/span&gt; Jean lifted a shaking finger to the man. Faye and Ryan frowned and looked at the man, almost fiercely in case he was hostile.&lt;br /&gt;the man lifted his fringe out of the way and smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"greetings. my name is Hisagi, and i believe you are the 6 chosen ones i have been looking for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-7409842658217212632?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/7409842658217212632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=7409842658217212632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7409842658217212632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7409842658217212632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/dimension-987-chapter-6.html' title='Dimension 987 Chapter 6'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-7744770415713699333</id><published>2008-05-16T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:21:43.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimension 987 Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>Morning.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"... good morning."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri greeted the others in the morning. because of what had happened the night before, things were pretty awkward today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"morning."&lt;/span&gt; Wan said, and Jean nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"hey."&lt;/span&gt; Faye said, nudging Ryan and Theon. they looked at Wan and Jean and looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Um, yeah, hi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"...hey..."&lt;/span&gt; soon Sheri could see the nervousness on their faces and she broke the irritating silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"look people. this is ridiculous. so Wan kept something to herself. nevermind, what she said benifited us, let's just forget it this time."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri said uncomfortably. everyone looked at her. Wan smiled a small smile and Jean stood up straighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"what Sheri said is right. you guys should be ashamed of yourself, still angry at Wan."&lt;/span&gt;Faye scolded, and Ryan nodded. Theon just looked elsewhere at an invisible interesting item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ok, let's forget it this time."&lt;/span&gt; Theon said abruptly. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"but something else is missing, and the crystals don't quite cut it." he frowned. "anymore secrets, please spill them now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i have one..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i've kept something..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan and Sheri looked at each other. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"you first."&lt;/span&gt; they said at the same time. Ryan slapped his forehead. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"oh come on."&lt;/span&gt; he said. Faye laughed. Jean started laughing with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i can only tell you when the time is right..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i can't really tell you this yet..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"we need any information to find this jumper."&lt;/span&gt; Theon said, irritated, but Wan stopped him. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"sorry, but i really can't tell you this. and i think Sheri knows what i do. so we wait for any news of the jumper to find him. no predictions."&lt;/span&gt; she said firmly. Theon looked disgruntled as he frowned behind his fingers. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"this way it'll take longer..."&lt;/span&gt; Faye said, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"but i suppose if there is a jmper we'll hear about it. like what happened last time..."&lt;/span&gt; she glanced at Wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"like what Wan said..."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan said, recalling last night.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"What?!!"&lt;/span&gt; was pretty much the unanimous reply to what Wan had said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"it's true. my brother is adopted. he was a previous jumper. he even has the accent of the people in his Dimension, number 427."&lt;/span&gt; she told them. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i don't believe this. i thought you were hiding something... but this... this is..."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri stuttered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i know. but listen up, i need to tell you some stuff he told me."&lt;/span&gt; Wan said, and everyone was all ears now. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"my brother told me some stuff about jumping because he probably never thought about me getting involved in this stuff."&lt;/span&gt; Wan took a deep breath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"a long time ago, he came into our world when he was 12. this was because he was the heir to a family which was being hunted down by assasins due to their wealth, and so to protect him, his parents sent him to our dimension. when this happened, there was alot of fuss because it was early in the morning when something like 2 doors were seen appearing in the sky and a Human standing at the ledge before jumping. there was even footage of it."&lt;/span&gt; Wan waited for a question. when there was none, she continued.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"he did his best to change his appearance, and succeeded. he had his hair cut, his clothes changed and deliberately left himself outside the doors of an orphanage to seek refuge. my parents happened to adopt him as an elder brother for me and my sister. when this happened, he accepted it greatly and entered out household. it was only in the past 2 years i realised he wasn't like other teenagers, and when i asked him why he stayed cooped up at home instead of going out clubbing and getting girls, he said, 'i'm different.' and then he started telling me all about his dimension and the theory of the tunnels." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"so are our theories correct?"&lt;/span&gt; Theon interuppted. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yes, they are. except for the missing numbers."&lt;/span&gt; Wan said, before stopping. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i'm sort of done."&lt;/span&gt; she announced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the questions poured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i'm sure of it. there must have been someone who had seen the jumper. he couldn't have gotten by without anyone seeing him."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan concluded. Jean nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"we could go out after school to source out locations of very recent paranormal sightings."&lt;/span&gt; Faye suggested. Theon nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"we could do that."&lt;/span&gt; he considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i say we go with Faye's suggestion, and then we go investigate at the latest site if we have the time."&lt;/span&gt; Wan said. Sheri raised her hand. "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if you guys don't want to go to the library, i think my mum wouldn't mind you guys at my place. she thinks you're a good influence."&lt;/span&gt; she rolled her eyes. Faye giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"great, it's settled then. everyone meets up here,"&lt;/span&gt; Jean pointed at the foyer floor,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "after school, and we walk back to Sheri's place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"oh brilliant. Maths now."&lt;/span&gt; Wan complained. Ryan and Theon followed them up the staircase as Jean and Faye went to the other one across the hall. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"my heart bleeds for you."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan said, grinning as they went up a higher floor.&lt;br /&gt;Wan and Sheri scrowled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-7744770415713699333?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/7744770415713699333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=7744770415713699333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7744770415713699333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7744770415713699333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/dimension-987-chapter-5.html' title='Dimension 987 Chapter 5'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-4622604407501282715</id><published>2008-05-16T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:35:18.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>ok, i know the chapter was short, but i couldn't do much posting because of this bottled up anger in me.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, our class had classroom cleaning, and it was cool. Mr Lee spilt paint on the floor (quite a bit, the wiseguy -_-lll), and we all had fun white-washing the tables. we were supposed to think of our designs for the table.&lt;br /&gt;mine was rainbows and penknives, but in the end it turned out looking like Mangekyou Sharingan's alternate world, half the table black with red streaks and the other half red with black streaks, with the word EMO in the top left hand corner of the thing. picture next week.&lt;br /&gt;today, i took a couple of hours to finish. and this was with help. i was fickle, so i guess the time i took was reasonably fast.&lt;br /&gt;what happens after you finish? you clean up.&lt;br /&gt;me and Kimberly got up, split up a rag and used turpentine to remove the white and coloured paint. didn't work. i scrubbed till my hands were raw and shaking compulsively. i was really, really trying my best to clean up the floor, now that we had such nice tables, i didn't want an ugly floor, you know?&lt;br /&gt;and then something i never thought would happen did.&lt;br /&gt;i began tearing up. because of the floor.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know, aww... so cute... whatever. but i never expected for me to care so much, maybe it was because i smelt paint for half the day and then the scent of turpentine for the other half. i looked back and realised how retarded it was.&lt;br /&gt;lol, yeah, i think it was the turpentine. because after a few people complained of the smell and our teacher banned it, i stopped tearing up. but wouldn't it be so wierd to cry over a floor?&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, by the time i was done, my hand were raw pink, my knuckles were black and rubbed, my arms ached and the floor remained white. BAH~RI~LLI~ANT.&lt;br /&gt;better still. me and Kim were scrubbing our arse off with Marilyn, Jasmine and Chermaine, and Hannah was helping us pour water, but what did the rest do?&lt;br /&gt;watch. and move when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;later on, i got angry. i was tired, hungry, thirsty, and so was everyone else working.&lt;br /&gt;"Sheryl, Savina, what are you doing? shouldn't you be helping them scrape the paint off the chairs?" trying my best to be patient here.&lt;br /&gt;"we don't know how to do it." Savina replied, rolling those little eyes of hers like marbles. "Yah," Sheryl added.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;you take the paintbrush.&lt;br /&gt;you scrape it off with the wooden end.&lt;br /&gt;you sweep it away to the bin.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;IS IT REALLY TOO DIFFICULT FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;oh well. like my math teacher said, we could sell their brains for an extremely high price. after all, they've never been used before.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee insisted that he cleared up the paint the day before. he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;i got agitated.&lt;br /&gt;"yes, i did clear it up the day before."&lt;br /&gt;"with what?! water?! it didn't get it off, let me tell you."&lt;br /&gt;"no, no, i cleared up the paint. i wiped it."&lt;br /&gt;"LISTEN HERE, MR LEE!! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, WE SPENT THE FIRST 45 MINUTES TRYING TO CLEAR UP THIS AREA!! 45 MINUTES!!! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY TO THAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;silence from the class. silence from Mr Lee.&lt;br /&gt;"whatever. you know what? whatever." i walked away. this was the second outburst of the day. the first time was when i was scrubbing with my palms and got angry when nobody would listen to us trying to tell them to help clean up, Jeanette and Intan were taking their time to paint their tables and everyone was ignoring the teacher. i had a walk around the school and calmed down before returning to class.&lt;br /&gt;couple of other things happened, here and there. not really going to bother to list everything that happened, only this:&lt;br /&gt;what happened?&lt;br /&gt;during camp Corri, you were all to co operative. what happened to your class spirit?&lt;br /&gt;granted. class cleaning isn't the most pleasant of activities, but still. it has to be done, right? so if you want some good remarks, why don't you just pitch in to help? you'll keep clean and the teacher will surely recognise your hard work.&lt;br /&gt;so why is it that you feel like you have to lie? not knowing how to do something is different from not wanting to do it. lying about something that is so obviously seen through doesn't make any sense. you're just lying to yourself, because you don't fool me. i didn't want to clean up, i can tell you that. i didn't want to be the one to clean up, i wanted to be the one who paints!! and the one who has fun. but i did it anyway because i see the logic.&lt;br /&gt;keeping the class clean.&lt;br /&gt;a good record of initiative's.&lt;br /&gt;a good record of class spirit.&lt;br /&gt;a nice floor to match the pretty tables.&lt;br /&gt;my logic beats yours of sitting back to slack because you don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;so in case our classroom supervisor ofor this activity meets up with our form and co-form...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;good luck for parent-teacher's night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-4622604407501282715?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/4622604407501282715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=4622604407501282715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/4622604407501282715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/4622604407501282715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_16.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-5933868964986628226</id><published>2008-05-16T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:57:51.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimension 987 Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>Jean awoke.&lt;br /&gt;Faye awoke.&lt;br /&gt;Sheri awoke.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan awoke.&lt;br /&gt;Wan awoke.&lt;br /&gt;Theon awoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Theon, did you feel that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"hang on, i'm conferencing all of us. why didn't anyone call you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"you started this whole thing!! obviously everyone would go to you first, you were point on this!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"J... just wait! sheesh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theon pressed the menu button and switched everyone to conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Did you guys just feel that jolt? Theon already confirmed with me that he felt it."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I felt it!! it was sort of like the first time, but this time stronger, and i could hear a PING! sound!!"&lt;/span&gt; Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I felt it."&lt;/span&gt; Wan. short and curt. how uncharacteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I felt it, and also, the force was stronger."&lt;/span&gt; Faye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I was jerked out of sleep. don't tell me all of you were awake."&lt;/span&gt; Theon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i was awake."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"me too!"&lt;/span&gt; Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i can't sleep, i have an insomnia problem. passed down from my father."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i was wide awake!!"&lt;/span&gt; Wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i was still awake working on my editorial column."&lt;/span&gt; Faye.&lt;br /&gt;Theon became quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Jean has something to say."&lt;/span&gt; Wan said curtly. Jean cleared her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i know something about the tunnels."&lt;/span&gt; Jean confessed, and everyone was immediately alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"why didn't you say so before?! i knew something was missing!"&lt;/span&gt; Theon started to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"hey, come on. it's not Jean's fault. she was probably scared because she had no proof or something."&lt;/span&gt; Wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yeah, let's just listen to what she has to say."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"listen."&lt;/span&gt; Jean said. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"the so called source of the power comes from 2 places. one is from the jumper, obviously, since life force is essential, and the other comes from a secondary source. judging by the power of this force,"&lt;/span&gt; Jean frowned, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"the secondary power source would be the moon. the strongest source, the crescent moon. but there was one thing you missed."&lt;/span&gt; Theon and Sheri clutched the phone tighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"the crystals."&lt;/span&gt; Jean said confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"the what?"&lt;/span&gt; Theon and Sheri said at the same time. Faye giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"the crystals. as we all know, when something goes through a shiny solid like a diamond with many sides, any light is reflected. the more sides, the more light. it's the same concept, but this time, with power. the amount of power put in by the moon is magnified by the sides of the crystal."&lt;/span&gt; Jean concluded her statement.&lt;br /&gt;Sheri was silent.&lt;br /&gt;Theon couldn't find anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i have something to say, too."&lt;/span&gt; Wan said solemnly. everyone held the phone back to her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i expected this, Wan."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri said, surprisingly. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"you sounded a bit too believing at Mac'Donalds."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"just listen. this is what i have to offer."&lt;/span&gt; Wan insisted, and everyone waited for the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Sheri, Theon, Ryan, Faye and Jean... my older brother was a previous jumper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hisagi landed in a... tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'this is a tree.'&lt;/span&gt; he confirmed, eating one of the leaves before spitting it out. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'BITTER!'&lt;/span&gt; he took a short sip of water from his hip flask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'so this is Dimension 987. Earth...'&lt;/span&gt; Hisagi looked at the lights around him and climbed down. he warily took a step on the grey thing which looked like it stretched on for a long time, but something rushed by that blared at him like it was offended. Hisagi resisted the urge to run up the tree again, where he felt he would be safe from all these things. he sighed as he looked at the left and right side of the grey strip. he took a step, and then another when he saw it was safe. he ran across and looked back when he was on the other side, proud of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;before he saw all the funny rounded and square shaped structures and so many more grey strips around him. he breathed out a long breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'this is going to be a long night.'&lt;/span&gt; he thought, looking left and right to check for blaring things again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-5933868964986628226?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/5933868964986628226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=5933868964986628226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5933868964986628226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5933868964986628226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/dimension-987-chapter-4.html' title='Dimension 987 Chapter 4'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-6255959202792971236</id><published>2008-05-15T03:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:50:46.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!! (and pictures.)</title><content type='html'>Ok, i'm in a random mood, so i took pictures of all my things. Here the pictures are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwTTse_nHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HcMR-ZAk1R4/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200552898785680498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwTTse_nHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HcMR-ZAk1R4/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a design for my table, today we were all painting the base coat, it's just some post exam activity or something. total waste of brain cells, but it was fun thinking up this design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200551361187388498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwR6Me_nFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/48R5EybOuBs/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwRtse_nEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RAPXERCHlx8/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200551146439023682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwRtse_nEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RAPXERCHlx8/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was a collection of 3 photos, but i lost one of them because i accidentally deleted it. too bad, the red light one was good too, although slightly blurred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwRQce_nDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SuZjWY9YTz4/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200550643927850034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwRQce_nDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SuZjWY9YTz4/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i bet you didn't know i collected cards ^^ it was an awesome collection hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwQ3ce_nCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uSr_YRJOdK4/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200550214431120418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwQ3ce_nCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uSr_YRJOdK4/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sea shells!!! how many times in a row in ten seconds can you say this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'she sells sea shells on the seashore'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwQp8e_nBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yxjScAPJ_AQ/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200549982502886418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwQp8e_nBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yxjScAPJ_AQ/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; these were some things i collected from Egypt. the green one on the left is a scarab. i bet you didn't know that the scarab was an ancient Egyptian bug which was believed to aid in the delivery of sunrise? these scarabs burrow down into the sand at night, and come out in the morning. which is why they are believed to pull the sun down and push the sun up. the one on the right is an alabaster rock, a solid which is really, really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwQa8e_nAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fyBtB-XrTos/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200549724804848642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwQa8e_nAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fyBtB-XrTos/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wan has a matching set of these!! i should take a picture one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwQG8e_m_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ruHWSfWbYx4/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200549381207464946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwQG8e_m_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ruHWSfWbYx4/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought this Death Note at Tampinese Mall. beware my pen, blood and lipstick on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwPa8e_m-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/_8Zjd7KoP4Y/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200548625293220834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwPa8e_m-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/_8Zjd7KoP4Y/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ninja bean says: "Don't Trust Anyone. Rely Only On Yourself, Bub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwOJce_m8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ueDBxqYLJ3o/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200547225133882306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwOJce_m8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ueDBxqYLJ3o/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got these marker pens from my cousin, she's 7 and pretty cute, i suppose. although she is a bit annoying at times and very spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwNtMe_m7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/MkvMYD1PtXM/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200546739802577842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwNtMe_m7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/MkvMYD1PtXM/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This would be my small box of jewellery, thank you. it's all so shiny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-6255959202792971236?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/6255959202792971236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=6255959202792971236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/6255959202792971236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/6255959202792971236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant-and-pictures_15.html' title='Rant!! (and pictures.)'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCwTTse_nHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HcMR-ZAk1R4/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-7704562672306188108</id><published>2008-05-14T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:50:27.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimension 987 Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Point of information sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Yes, mam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan stood up. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"sir, do you not believe that not only the people watching the programme would feel a sense of lower self esteem, but also the representatives of the country if they are eliminated at an early point?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan bit his lip. Sheri smirked at Farez and Faye, his team mates.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 'good one, Wan!!'&lt;/span&gt; she cheered in her mind.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 'obviously the participants would feel inferior if they had bowled out in an early match, no matter what the contest! as long as the elimination method is displayed, this will always be an issue!'&lt;/span&gt; Wan looked at Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'now what will you do?'&lt;/span&gt; Wan thought, as she watched Ryan struggle to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"time's up!! Point to Roshinie's team."&lt;/span&gt; the instructor announced. they were playing a game where one had to raise points against the opponents case. if the speaker failed to answer withing the given time frame, points would be awarded to the opposite team. the game proceeded.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hisagi had not enough time to readjust the crystals. he watched as they broke off the thread one by one and counted off the number of them remaining. what had been 50 was now reduced to 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the time of arrival in Dimension 987 is near...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i'm beat."&lt;/span&gt; Jean chugged a bottle of 7-up. her members walked up to her. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"hey senior, do you have a spare script to lend us?"&lt;/span&gt; one of them said. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"what, forgot your own?"&lt;/span&gt; Jean said. they nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"hey, not a single one of you bought yours? you better thank god i got one here or Kang will be so pissed at all you slackers."&lt;/span&gt; she joked. she took out her script and handed it to the junior who asked for it. they thanked her profusely and left her to her break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'ahh... when is that ridiculously late jumper going to land?'&lt;/span&gt; Jean asked herself. she sat down nest to the rose bushes in the garden, not really caring about her shorts. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'maybe he'll be here tomorrow.'&lt;/span&gt; she took another few swigs of the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'i think I'm the only one who knows about this...'&lt;/span&gt; Jean worried. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'should i tell the others? they might be mad if i don't. the crystal knowledge is crucial.'&lt;/span&gt; she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"JEAN!! CHER' WANTS YOU BACK, BREAK'S OVER!!"&lt;/span&gt; Joy called from the Drama room, and Jean stood up, yelling back, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"coming!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'i guess for now, this knowledge is something i'll keep to myself.' &lt;/span&gt;Jean decided, as she walked back to the Drama room.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"... Home!!!"&lt;/span&gt; Wan stomped into the house. she kicked off her shoes and put them against the wall. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'oh jeez, Ryan was stubborn today. he fought on this case for, like, ever. and Farez went to his rescue quickly. Thenk god for Roshinie, is all i have to say.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"welcome back, dinner is on the table. your sister and me ate already, your father is yet to come back. auntie has gone out to buy more bread, we ran out."&lt;/span&gt; Wan's mother said. Wan nodded and went to wash her hands after dropping her bag. she wiped her hands and sat down at the table, picking up her utensils. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;sek fan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; she thought, the &lt;&lt;em&gt;greeting&lt;/em&gt;&gt; for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'the jumper could come tomorrow. he could come next year. and Jean seems to be hiding something.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"What's for dinner?"&lt;/span&gt; she called, hiding the worry of the jumper perfectly under her tone.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I'm done."&lt;/span&gt; Faye said, monotonously. her mother whisked away her plate as Faye went upstairs to do her Bio homework. she passed her brother's room, to see both older and younger quarelling as usual. nothing ever different in this house, is there? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'just cause i pretend to be ok doesn't necessarily mean i am, mom.'&lt;/span&gt; she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'when will you ever notice how uncomfortable i am at home? when will you ever ask about how insecure i feel? when will you build the bridge to my secrets? I'm so stressed because of this jumper thing!!! and Sheri wants me to help her web search...'&lt;/span&gt; Faye shut her eyes and flopped on her bed. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Faye? are you doing your homework??!"&lt;/span&gt; Faye's father called. Faye hated her father. he was a cruel person, who abused his children daily. Faye bit her lip and sat up, cradling her Bio textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Yes, &lt;em&gt;Father&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"BATHROOM!!"&lt;/span&gt; Sheri ran in through the door, tossing the keys onto the sofa. she dashed to the toilet and spent a couple of minutes in there. her mother shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;When Sheri came out, she walked back to the sofa, picked up the key, and locked the gate, and shut the door. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Sheri, when will you be normal?"&lt;/span&gt; her mother asked, bringing out a bowl of fish ball noodles to the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"never. you're my mother, and Dad's my dad. no choice, if my genetics scream weird."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri answered, as she walked back into the kitchen to make drinks. her sister waltzed in, took a cube of ice, and waltzed right back out. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'your gums will deteriorate...'&lt;/span&gt; Sheri thought. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'and they will bleed if you brush them too hard after eating ice like that, the skin would be too raw...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"the 7-o'clock show is starting soon."&lt;/span&gt; her mother announced. Sheri set the drinks down. she watched the theme song of the show come on, but she wasn't focusing on the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'how long...'&lt;/span&gt; she wondered, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'would it take for the jumper to come through?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"mum, i'm done with my homework."&lt;/span&gt; Jean announced, as she trooped down the stairs. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'i wonder what i should do for the rest of the night. i could update the blogshop and see if there are any recent buyers...'&lt;/span&gt; she thought.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "Jean, where's my sweater? you borrowed it last Saturday."&lt;/span&gt; Jean's sister called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"it's in the wash!!! that thing was dirty, and it was really obvious, so i put it in the wash!"&lt;/span&gt; Jean answered, and she went upstairs to her room and turned on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'i wonder about Sheri.'&lt;/span&gt; Jean opened the link to her blogshop with Wan. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'the girl seems to get her theories too easily. i still wonder where she gets them from.'&lt;/span&gt; she screened the tagbox for orders. 3 from this girl named Natasha and 1 from this girl named Ashlie. there was also a guy buyer, buying the strawberry keychain for his girlfriend.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 'how sweet.'&lt;/span&gt; Jean thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Jean!! Tori's on the phone!!"&lt;/span&gt; Jean's father called, and Jean ran down the stairs, 2 at a time. as she picked up the phone, she said,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Tori? it's a little late, shouldn't you be in bed?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Jean, it's me. your father just assumed it was Tori."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jean reeled. it was Wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Eer... sorry about that, he just assumes stuff like that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;nevermind, i have something important to tell you. but i need you to tell me what you know too...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ryan. Dishes."&lt;/span&gt; Theon said swiftly, leaving the table to do his work. Ryan sighed and got up.&lt;br /&gt;(in case you still don't get it,Ryan and Theon live together because their parents are constantly overseas. and Ryan's sister, Lynette, lives with relatives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i thought i did them yesterday?"&lt;/span&gt; Ryan said. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"oh yes, while you were out bowling, didn't you?"&lt;/span&gt; Theon said sarcastically. Ryan scratched the back of his head in a dorky way.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "ha ha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"still, i had time to think yesterday while you were out due to the absence of that annoying beeping all the time..."&lt;/span&gt; he jested, and Ryan frowned. nobody insulted him gaming. but he let it go. bantering between friends was ok, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'the whole time tunnel thing seems to be missing something besides the numbers. the axle is there, but i'm sure there's one bit i'm missing.'&lt;/span&gt; Theon frowned again, and Ryan asked, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"what's up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"something's missing."&lt;/span&gt; Theon announced, as Ryan sat down, wiping his hands on a paper towel. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i'll ask Sheri about it tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt; he said, and Ryan yawned. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Don't you think this whole jumping thing is a little hard to believe? i mean, there hasn't been anything about it till now, not even the scientists discovered this."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan said, stretching. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"that's because the scientists don't have enough brains to believe."&lt;/span&gt; Theon said stubbornly, shutting his book on the last question. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'thank god for calculators,'&lt;/span&gt; he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Brains to believe, huh?"&lt;/span&gt; Ryan laughed. Theon ignored him and went off to brush.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-7704562672306188108?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/7704562672306188108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=7704562672306188108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7704562672306188108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7704562672306188108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/dimension-987-chapter-3.html' title='Dimension 987 Chapter 3'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-7230385247000223914</id><published>2008-05-14T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:56:20.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!! (and pictures.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCq1wse_m5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/1ci24u-XJ1A/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200168567932165010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCq1wse_m5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/1ci24u-XJ1A/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, this was like the first picture i took, i always did like the way the water twirls when there's a little tornado in the middle. very pretty and amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCq1ise_m3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/LlSoZtzP1pc/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200168327413996402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCq1ise_m3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/LlSoZtzP1pc/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I't... looking right at me... *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCq1FMe_m2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rYbkGy4i2O8/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200167820607855458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCq1FMe_m2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rYbkGy4i2O8/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture, it's so ccol to have such a huge skeleton as part of the exhibit! it's just like Night at the Museum ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCq0oMe_m1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Nqg1W-BZNEM/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200167322391649106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCq0oMe_m1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Nqg1W-BZNEM/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was a rash picture i took because there was finally no one in the way ^^ heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCqzmse_m0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/VjaDkg_wkNY/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200166197110217538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCqzmse_m0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/VjaDkg_wkNY/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would you believe my classmate screamed when she saw this dinosaur outside the centre? i was laughing my hide off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCqy_8e_mzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/E2aU0lD52VQ/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200165531390286642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCqy_8e_mzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/E2aU0lD52VQ/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just another dinosaur exhibit. 3 of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok, so today i went to the science centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;snuck in my cellphone ^^ took a few pictures, but unfortunately, non of my classmates. i thought of taking one in the bus, but i fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know, i'm so brilliant -_-lll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, we went there for a science fill-in-the-blank hunt, where they gave us a booklet with facts with a couple of words missing and we had to go find the words to fill in. it was fun, i suppose. i did know a few of the answers, but not many. some of the things we did were quite interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after the hunt, my team was exhausted because i was totally rushing them through the whole hunt, and we got 8/10 of the pages filled up. even though we didn't win the thing, it was still satisfying considering the effort we put in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after the hunt thing, we went for this eco-garden lesson. because it was raining (unfortunately), we had to have our lesson indoors, and we couldn't do stuff like feel the plants outdoors or climb the treehouse. that would have made some nice pictures ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so we had the lesson in the auditorium. presentation was rather poor, there was no stimulation to fill out the booklet provided. the content was mostly text based, and it was pretty boring. still, i picked out a couple of facts from the slideshow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that was over, the teacher said we had half an hour to look around. me and Wan went off to the dinosaur exhibit, thus the pictures. after that we took a trip to the souvenir shop, Curiosity, and i got a light cube. it just lights up, but i could use it at night, the blue and green light was really bright. i went off to where we came off the bus because that was what the PA system said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sadly, it wasn't us the PA system was calling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in fact, we were supposed to meet up back at the auditorium before the whole class could go to the bus waiting area. our class was last in the batch which had the science hunt first before the eco-garden lesson because of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whoops.&lt;br /&gt;so... we went back to school. i slept some on the way, listening to Potential Break Up Song and Face Down and a combination or other random songs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when we got down, me and Wan decided to go for the math tutorial because we didn't want to come back during the holidays. sigh. tried to think up new ideas to connect the 2nd to 3rd chapter of Dimension 987... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after the math tutorial, it was Debate!! it had been so long since we had it, that even though it was supposed to end early, i wanted it to end much later than it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;our new Debate commitee:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chairwomen: Yi Ting and Deborah (they tied for it XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Secretary: Kimberly Maxine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Peer support leader 1: Kimberly Koh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Peer support leader 2: Chaniece (no idea how to spell it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yup. that was our commitee. and this our new debate team, since our seniors left to study for their O-levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Debator: Deborah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Debator: Yi Ting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Debator: Kimberly Maxine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reserve: Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reserve: Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was a little suprised when the teachers said they wanted me to be part of the team, but trust me, i'll work hard. it's an honour to represent my school, and this time, we'll win against SJII!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;heh. so that sums up my day, time for Chapter 3 to come into view ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-7230385247000223914?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/7230385247000223914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=7230385247000223914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7230385247000223914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7230385247000223914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant-and-pictures_14.html' title='Rant!! (and pictures.)'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCq1wse_m5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/1ci24u-XJ1A/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-4290618387134071594</id><published>2008-05-13T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T04:02:37.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimension 987 Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Wan, you take Jean's. I'll take Faye because she's on a higher level and i run faster."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"what's that supposed to mean??!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"J... just go!!! we got 5 minutes!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri raced up the stairs. she was desperate to confirm the jolt with Theon to see if the signs matched because he had the file, and if the others had felt it. She jumped up the steps 2 by two and tripped on the last one. she fell face down to the floor, with one knee bent up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"oh, nuts."&lt;/span&gt; she muttered, looking at her grazed knee. she thumbed it and waited for the blood to clot. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'thank god for having a doctor in the family'&lt;/span&gt; sheri thought, and promised to disinfect it later, according to the circumstances. she ran in through Faye's back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"FAYE!!"&lt;/span&gt; she screamed. Faye looked up from her desk. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Give me a second here, i'll be right there."&lt;/span&gt; Faye said, and she slung her bag over her shoulder. she walked over to the door frame. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"did you feel it?"&lt;/span&gt; Sheri burst. Faye hesitated before giving a small jerk of her head. Sheri grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"This is it, let's go!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Jean, did you feel that jerk?"&lt;/span&gt; Wan was standing by jean's table, occasionally waving to departing people she knew. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"you mean that small jolt in my Art class? obviously. i fell off my chair."&lt;/span&gt; Jean admitted sheepishly, and Wan laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Sheri says it could be, well... that."&lt;/span&gt; Wan said. she began to frown. most uncharacteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"really. then are we meeting up?"&lt;/span&gt; Jean asked. Wan nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Since we have CCA today, i'm going to ask them to eat out. and you do have Drama CCA today, right?"&lt;/span&gt; Wan confirmed. Jean nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"well, i was thinking Jurong Point. what do you think?"&lt;/span&gt; Wan asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"you have got to be kidding. I think that out of all of us, you're the most relaxed one."&lt;/span&gt; Jean laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'relaxed?'&lt;/span&gt; Wan thought, almost angrily. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"heh, probably."&lt;/span&gt; she smiled outwardly. Jean laughed and began packing her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'as if. i know some things you don't, Jean.'&lt;/span&gt; Wan thought, calming down. Jean pulled on her sling and said, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"let's go. foyer, yeah?"&lt;/span&gt; Wan nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'and you shouldn't know. so i'm not telling you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ryan, we need to go. the others will be waiting."&lt;/span&gt; Theon rushed Ryan, who was confirming something with their class chairman. Ryan looked back at him. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i got it."&lt;/span&gt; he said, and turned back to finish up with their conversation. Theon closed his eyes and sighed, frowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'jeez. hurry up.'&lt;/span&gt; he thought, slipping his hands into his pocket. Ryan finally came over, and Theon walked out of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"everyone has CCA today, including Jean."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan said, and Theon nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'that's true. it would then make it easier for all of us to meet up since everyone has to stay back later.'&lt;/span&gt; Theon thought, as they started the 4-storey-climb down to the foyer, where they usually met up after school to go get bubble tea or snag lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"would the tunnel be a light tunnel or time tunnel, i wonder. usually it would be time, but if it were, i have no idea about how much time our mystery jumper would take to come into this dimension. i'm more covered in terms of the light tunnel."&lt;/span&gt; Theon admitted. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'does this mean that he hasn't done a shred of research on the time tunnel?'&lt;/span&gt; Ryan thought. this didn't seem like Theon. he was really particular about whatever he started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"but Sheri is."&lt;/span&gt; Theon finished, and Ryan got it. Obviously, more information would be obtained if they split tasks. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i'm going to spill about it during lunch, and i'm going to ask Sheri to tell us about what she got from all those times of research on the computer and in the books."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"would the jumper arrive anytime soon?"&lt;/span&gt; Ryan asked.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "it's uncertain, like i said, it depends on the tunnel he uses."&lt;/span&gt; Theon explained, and they briskly walked to the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"the time tunnel depends on the distance between numbers and obviously the power of the jumper. each Dimension has a number fixed on it. when i refer to the distance between numbers, it means that..."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri held up her fingers in a number 1 and number 2. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"if the jumper is jumping from dimension 1 to 2, the distance is very short."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri stretched out 3 more fingers on her right hand. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"but if it's from dimension 1 to 4, the distance would be 3 times that of the distance from dimension 1 to 2. get it?"&lt;/span&gt; Sheri picked up her burger.&lt;br /&gt;they were at the Jurong Point branch of Mac'Donalds, where Sheri was explaining first, the time tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"so..."&lt;/span&gt; Faye asked, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"does that mean the jump from dimension 1 to 16 is twice the time taken for the jump from dimension 1 to 8?"&lt;/span&gt; Sheri nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"you catch on fast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'so the distance is determined in numbers... these numbers are fixed in the code of each Dimension.'&lt;/span&gt; Wan thought, linking what Theon said to what Sheri did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"This could mean that our theories are very similar. my research on the light tunnel shows almost the same thing, but it talks also about how much power is provided by the agent and the jumper."&lt;/span&gt; Theon frowned. he stopped eating his burger and interaced his fingers over the lower half of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"A... agent? as in the starter?"&lt;/span&gt; Sheri asked. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'i didn't come across it,'&lt;/span&gt; she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"according to the text, the largest agent would be a crescent moon, regardless of any dimension."&lt;/span&gt; Theon continued. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"if the power of the jumper is large, it would boost the time taken to travel considerably. the only problem is that we have no idea what number dimension is his, and what number dimension is..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"...ours."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri thought aloud. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"that's why we can't calculate the time frame when he would actually land on our dimension floors."&lt;/span&gt; she said, and everyone took a breath. this could be a problem.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'if&lt;/span&gt; we don't know where or when the jumper will land, it's as good as starting from scratch.'&lt;/span&gt; Faye thought. Jean was looking uncharacteristically serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Anchorage."&lt;/span&gt; Wan said abruptly. everyone was looking at her. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Wan, did you just say Anchorage?"&lt;/span&gt; Theon confirmed. Wan nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"so you know about that."&lt;/span&gt; he said. Sheri looked at Wan like she'd grown 2 brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"what's all this stuff about Anchorage?"&lt;/span&gt; Jean asked.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "like a link, is it?"&lt;/span&gt; Ryan guessed. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'sort of...'&lt;/span&gt; Wan thought.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "in a way, yes."&lt;/span&gt; Theon said. "the jumper needs some sort of anchorage to this dimension, and in this case, it would be our knowledge of his coming." he reeled off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"with just our knowledge, there is a string tying him to this dimension. he will be able to land without fading away like some jumpers who have tried to jump for no reason. he will surely land near us."&lt;/span&gt; Sheri concluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"we need to go."&lt;/span&gt; Wan announced, looking at her watch. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yeah, we'd better get going, or we won't make it back in time."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan said, standing up. Faye grabbed her coke and pushed in her chair. Jean did the same thing with her iced lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"so maybe we have CCA today, but if you guys feel the slightest jolt or something like a sign, contact me or Sheri immediately."&lt;/span&gt; Theon said.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "even if it's in class."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'so that's going to be the plan.'&lt;/span&gt; Wan thought, tugging her bag strap securely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'...but will it be enough?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-4290618387134071594?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/4290618387134071594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=4290618387134071594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/4290618387134071594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/4290618387134071594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/dimension-987-chapter-2.html' title='Dimension 987 Chapter 2'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-4050434548437277584</id><published>2008-05-13T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T01:39:46.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so maybe the first chapter of Dimension 987 wasn't very easy to read, but the highlighting of the conversations and thoughts was really fun, so i think i'll do it again.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, mum and Sarah fought again...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;today i got back my exam scripts, and i really need to work harder, and i'm going to buck up. since this year is streaming, i guess studying should be made a priority. one of my top few.&lt;br /&gt;if i want to get into the class i applied for (geography, literature, food and nutrition... can't remember...), i'm going to have to put in more than the four hours i've been doing recently. not that i want to, but i'll probably have to take notes and memorise some of the important contents too. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;my form told my mum that i was really smart and intelligent, just that i needed to work hard. i'm a pretty lazy person, i would never study when i didn't need to. i guess that's going to change. i'll put in regular hours, and ask Stacy to give me tuition. she's the real math whiz in this house. since my mum's the chinese translator for our church, that means she's really smart, right? i'll ask her for help with my chinese if i need it.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;all my other subjects were pretty well done. compared to the sec 2 cohort, i mean. the paper was hard, i don't blame anyone, though.&lt;br /&gt;OK, go for the streaming paper!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-4050434548437277584?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/4050434548437277584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=4050434548437277584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/4050434548437277584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/4050434548437277584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_13.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-5006375954970399363</id><published>2008-05-12T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T01:24:47.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimension 987 Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dimension 987&lt;/span&gt;, featuring:&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saint Anthony's&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wan:&lt;/span&gt; from 2/4 perpetually happy person, can give you hell when she's angry, good at drawing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jean:&lt;/span&gt; from 2/7, similar to Wan, slightly addicted to anime, and at times aggressive, ditzy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; from 2/4 slightly emo, smart but lazy, gets aggravated easily, good at figuring things out,&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yuan Ching&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faye:&lt;/span&gt; from 2/6, average normal teen, good poetry writer, kind and smart, dating Ryan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ryan:&lt;/span&gt; from 3/8, addicted to gaming (and paid for it), slightly unfocused, dating Faye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Theon:&lt;/span&gt; from 3/8, smart, mostly unreadable, mostly seen pondering circumstances, responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*facts and character has been slightly altered, including classes.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hisagi raced against time as he put his life force into the crystals. the King's men were nearing his runic circle, and he had no time to set up a separate barrier. he frantically began throwing his life force into the crystals. the pulses changed from light pinkish to pure white flashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Faye felt a jolt in her seat. she took care not to jump up and yell that she had been electrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'no one else seemed to have felt it, '&lt;/span&gt; she thought. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I'll ask the rest about it later.'&lt;/span&gt; she concluded, getting back to her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'geography'&lt;/span&gt;. the poem she was submitting for the school newsletter as the anonymous writer, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Blade'&lt;/span&gt;, was almost completed. she closed her eyes and thought. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'what rhymed with serpent?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Faye? Faye!! what are you doing?!"&lt;/span&gt; Faye snapped to attention. her teacher was pointing at the question written on the board. What was the difference between shifting cultivation and high tech farming? Faye quickly looked at her notes and looked straight at the geography teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"While shifting cultivation is used for subsistence farming, high tech farming is used for commercial farming. the amount land needed for shifting cultivation is higher than high tech farming, capital needed for high tech farming is higher than that of shifting cultivation, labour needed for shifting cultivation and high tech farming is relatively low, but output per unit area of land for shifting cultivation is lower than output her unit area for high tech farming."&lt;/span&gt; Faye thought a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"... miss."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hisagi could hear the war cries now. they were getting alarmingly close to his spot in the Pagoda Garden. this was the most lit spot by the crescent moon in the whole of Dimension 93, and Hisagi had no choice but to come here. the pulses grew stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Wan sat up in shock. she restrained herself from yelling for someone to call 911.&lt;br /&gt;Sheri scribbled a long line across her paper and cursed loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'what was that? it felt like a...'&lt;/span&gt; Wan thought, looking over at Sheri. for a split second, Sheri had a very pronounced frown on her face. then Sheri looked up. she signalled Wan to watch out for a written note. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'ok then, I'll just wait.'&lt;/span&gt; Wan thought, sitting back in her chair contently.&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later, a note came for Wan, her name clearly labelled across the folded piece in red. she opened the note eagerly, careful to keep her partner from looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;did you feel it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan looked at the 4 ridiculously &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'detailed'&lt;/span&gt; words and rolled her eyes. Sheri didn't seem to notice. she scribbled on the piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Doi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the paper zoomed across the classroom. before long, Wan saw Kerri passing the folded note to Sheri, and Sheri opened it eagerly. when she saw the single word, she looked at Wan with a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Ha ha, that's absolutely &lt;em&gt;Hilarious&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; look. Wan shrugged and returned to her work. of drawing a faerie. she decided to name it Dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Sheri, what's the definition of Diffusion?"&lt;/span&gt; the teacher asked abruptly. Wan saw Sheri lay the piece of paper flat on the table. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'busted?'&lt;/span&gt; Wan worried. it seemed not. Sheri looked confident as she reeled off, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Diffusion is the movement of particles from areas of higher concentration to areas of lower concentration without being shaken or stirred."&lt;/span&gt; the teacher looked like she wanted to swallow Sheri alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'hey, but didn't all teachers want to do that if the student got it right?'&lt;/span&gt; Wan smirked at the retreating science teacher. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'after all, that's one less reason not to punish the student. and since Sheri quoted directly off the textbook, that ridiculously low IQ'ed detention obsessed woman is righted. plus, Sheri can't taste that good anyway.'&lt;/span&gt; Wan concluded grimly. she took hold of the note from Ashleigh across the isle as the science teacher turned around to write another one of her formulas on the white board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll go look for Faye, you for Jean. we'll meet up in the foyer to wait for Ryan and Theon to show. that incident could be well underway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan looked at Sheri as they smiled in unison.&lt;br /&gt;Jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Even a trained Sorcerer like Hisagi was forced down on one knee. the pulses grew so strong that any nearby trees were uprooted and thrown into whirlwind. Hisagi was growing desperate, the wind was growing stronger, and it seemed everything but the pulses were blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Jean fell off her chair. scratch that, it was a wooden stool. it fell with a loud crash onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'what in the name of...'&lt;/span&gt; she muttered in her brain. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'what the hell was that?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"my goodness, Jean, you don't really&lt;em&gt; have&lt;/em&gt; to make such a ruckus, do you??"&lt;/span&gt; Jean's annoying Art teacher commented. Jean looked up from the floor. she had to admit, compared to the HOD of Art, she had the lower hand. literally. the woman was at least a meter taller than her from the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"no, Miss. sorry, it was an accident."&lt;/span&gt; Jean murmured. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"well, we can't have &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; many accidents, now can we?"&lt;/span&gt; the art teacher went off in the opposite direction with a huff and left Jean on the floor. Jean was helped up by her partner, Chrissy, in short, Chris. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"thanks, Chris."&lt;/span&gt; Jean muttered, and Chris nodded briefly before going back to her work. Jean heard soft conversations going between the other classmates as she went back to her worktable. conversations including the words &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'mean', 'art teacher', 'witch'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and 'fired'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jean remembered the feeling she had when she fell off her stool. although she picked up her paintbrush and continued with her still life picture of the Vietnamese pot. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'it was a sudden jerky feeling, like someone had bumped into me on the train because the train had suddenly stopped.'&lt;/span&gt; she thought, and she streaked a rush of green across the vase. one streak followed another, and soon the picture took form. Jean dipped the brush in white to add in a couple of reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'something's definitely up. this was just like what Sheri told me. I'll wait in class after school today.'&lt;/span&gt; Jean decided, as she dipped the brush in the water before pulling it out in a split second to reduce soaking. the brush flew out of her hand and hit her Art teacher squarely in the middle of her back.&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'oh crap.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"JEEEEEEEEEEEEAN!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hisagi watched the pulses get more rhythmic. he stopped throwing life force into the pale pink necklace and let the moonlight do its job. he was confident the ritual would be complete. the King's men seemed trival as the pulses started speeding up. Hisagi felt rejuvenated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Theon's pencil case fell on the floor, his hand frozen in mid air. pens spilled noisily over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's PSP nearly slipped through his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;It was especially lucky Ryan and Theon sat together. they turned to each other simultaenously and said softly, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"did you feel that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i did."&lt;/span&gt; Theon replied curtly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i did too, and honestly, you really put the &lt;em&gt;'curt'&lt;/em&gt; in courteous."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan replied, and he slipped his PSP into his bag. Theon took his pencil case from Jason, who was sitting in front of him. he quickly thanked him and pulled out a file from under his desk. Ryan nodded at it.&lt;br /&gt;Theon pulled out 5 sheets of paper stapled together and flipped to the second page. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I can't believe you and Sheri would go to such liberties to secure this information. there had better be a hardcopy and a hardcopy for the hardcopy."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan said, uncapping his pen. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"oh don't worry, there is. besides, I started this, Sheri was even sceptical about it at first."&lt;/span&gt; Theon said, and Ryan nodded. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"ok, so what does the research say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Theon, what is that item you are holding?"&lt;/span&gt; their A-math teacher walked over to their conjoined desks. Theon discreetly switched the file for his math textbook, accidentally grabbing his E-math book instead. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Idiot, it's the other one."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan said convincingly. their math teacher walked away to the front of the room. Theon and Ryan took a sigh each and Theon returned to pulling out the stapled bunch of papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"There's a jumper in our dimension."&lt;/span&gt; he said, looking like he didn't quite believe it himself. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'maybe he didn't.'&lt;/span&gt; Ryan thought. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'maybe i don't.'&lt;/span&gt; he thought again, but forced himself to believe it. logic appied, and there was enough hard evidence in Theon's file to sell the whole Dimension jumping idea to Newton or Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'This could be it. we could be on our way to having the most epic adventure in the history of the world.'&lt;/span&gt; Theon thought, almost smiling. but he had work. he began shuffling the papers back into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ryan, we need to tell the others. they all probably felt the jolt as well, but we need to make sure."&lt;/span&gt; Theon turned to Ryan, who was writing down the equation for question 25. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yeah. as usual, the others would be waiting for us at the foyer if we need to say something to each other. They'll be waiting for us there."&lt;/span&gt; Ryan muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'That incident is well underway.'&lt;/span&gt; Theon confirmed with his papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'there's a jumper in Singapore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hisagi felt the push as he stood up, first on his right foot, then on his left. he smiled as the jet black doors grew out of the ground, chains binding them. bolts came undone and seals were broken. a white flash of pure energy sliced through the chains and the doors broke open. Hisagi said goodbye to the soldiers behind him, frozen in time, and jumped from his dimension, number 86, to Dimension 987.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-5006375954970399363?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/5006375954970399363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=5006375954970399363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5006375954970399363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5006375954970399363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/dimension-987-chapter-1.html' title='Dimension 987 Chapter 1'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-5575641435137038041</id><published>2008-05-12T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T05:19:30.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!! (and pictures.)</title><content type='html'>well, I'm back from JB, if anyone really cares. i came back and remembered to find my USB cable, because i have some pictures I've been wanting to upload for some time now. plus i have 2 which i took in the car today, so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCgvRMe_myI/AAAAAAAAAHE/07GrWUqDeLU/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199457742254742306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCgvRMe_myI/AAAAAAAAAHE/07GrWUqDeLU/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, this was from a long time ago, it was supposed to be a room card key in disguise, the Chanel certification card, i mean. it was featured in one of my stories. and by the way, that's actually all the real jewellery i have, the blue bracelet is a friendship bracelet i have with a couple of primary school mates, the pink necklace is a gift from my Aunt, and the purple necklace was a gift from my mum, she bought it from the sale our church in Myanmar organised a couple of years ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCguN8e_mvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/le0aNmGwboU/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199456586908539634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCguN8e_mvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/le0aNmGwboU/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, this was a picture i took when i was on the causeway to JB, i was really bored and i was trying to think up ways to spice up a new story of mine, Dimension 987, featuring a few of my real life friends, including Faye, Ryan and Theon. And obviously Wan and Jean, us six make up the main characters including an OC named Hisagi. I eventually decided to include the crystal necklace as a major element in the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCgt4Me_muI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GTV171wC-5Y/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199456213246384866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCgt4Me_muI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GTV171wC-5Y/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is the picture i took on my way back! would you believe i was wearing pink? minority, though. and i was wearing a skirt. a LONG skirt. i might wear this next Saturday to VIVO. I was forced to wear a skirt today because my jeans were in the wash. this pink friendship bands were tied by me while i was bored, and besides, i was doing a few for my friends and cousin, too.The earrings were a gift from my dad, triple heart. super girly, but i made an exception. they're nice earrings anyway. and the crystal necklace? it was a gift from my sister, Stacy. yes, i do have 2 sisters, i have just been talking about one more than the other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i bought Gum today =] total plus. when we went to Malaysia, we ate at Kenny Rogers. i have to say the taste and quality of the food there is noticeably of lower standard than the previous outlets in Singapore. i had chicken macaroni and cheese, truly nostalgic. i used to eat that all the time in the past. i also had a small cup of fruit salad and some chicken, rounded up with a vanilla muffin and a cup of coke, which my mother stole from because i was having a coughing spell i couldn't get rid off. we when set off to find this place called Austin Hills Resort, a place where we would be staying for 3 days in the June holidays. the pool was definitely a 2 thumbs up, the chlorine was neither too concentrated nor too diluted. there was also a slide. cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we eventually took a family suite, which consisted of 3 bedrooms, a living room and a dining room, plus a jacuzzi in one of the bathrooms. it was rather luxurious. they even had a bowling alley, i can't wait to see it. i'm rather happy about this, because if this is the last family vacation we have due to... reasons... i'm happy it's at such a peaceful place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heck, we might even actually get to bond!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-5575641435137038041?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/5575641435137038041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=5575641435137038041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5575641435137038041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5575641435137038041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant-and-pictures.html' title='Rant!! (and pictures.)'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCgvRMe_myI/AAAAAAAAAHE/07GrWUqDeLU/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-1883147763570454359</id><published>2008-05-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:15:25.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>I feel like scolding someone today. So there. And i'm picking the "IMAGINARY FRIENDS" pestering me, Jason, Ryan and Theon on theon's blog. so here's what's been going on in his tagbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone has been impersonating me as my japanese name, Karin, and Theon as whatever name he commonly uses. there are also his 'imaginary friends', claiming they coms from his 16th imagination and he made them up when he was 5 or something. Jason stepped in to defend Theon against verbal abuse and Ryan advised Theon to ban the spammers. so far there has been no progress in this method. Wan stepped in to protest, and never showed up again to this date. since i felt a little moody today, i decided to vent it on someone who deserves it. so let's go with the cross referenceing method, because i love it, it's so much fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;(tagbox quotes are in italic, read from down up because the text was copied and pasted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The true septimus: this is a outrage,don't condensend on me!i am afraid i have to ban you. a pity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The true septimus: how dare you impersonate me!!&lt;br /&gt;The true septimus: Slander!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;septimus: Why are all these random people corrupting my blog?? Anyway its time i declare my love for clara wong even though it may be too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note, spammers will be highlighted in orange.)&lt;br /&gt;ok. so this is the first time the spammers began to bother Theon. declaration for love spam. how juvenile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karin: yes, so... i like hanging out at this blog, the posts are interesting to read. so i guess i am staying. sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;Karin: ...&lt;br /&gt;Karin: and you're not his imaginary friend. i do believe theon has outgrown whatever imaginary friends he had in the past, if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Imaginary friend: And Karin stay out of Theon's battle with denial of his imaginary world and all of you stop being a miserable, pathetic, pityful suck-up. I tower over all of you,I look down on all of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, i'm Karin. it's my Japanese name.)&lt;br /&gt;And here we see an act of verbal abuse. how annoying it is that these people insist on the fact that Theon has imaginary friends when we know there cannot be a computer in Theon's brain for them to tag on his blog.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ok, so that was out of point, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SEX FETISH: PLEASE HAVE SEX WITH ME EVERYONE!!! I DO NOT CARE IF YOU ARE A GUY OR GIRL! ANY AGE WILL DO! BY THE WAY I AM A 1000 YEAR OLD MAN ****ING HUNGRY FOR SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this was just plain random, but what the hell. it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karin: *also&lt;br /&gt;Karin: and so Theon...? 0.o&lt;br /&gt;Karin: now someone's impersonating me. oh for the love of television, leave me out of this. i am definitely more intelligent than you dinkus spammers, so get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Karin: How bout you guys leave Theon and his blog alone. Even though we may have frail and weak bodies and maybe less intelligence words will never hurt us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clear evidence that someone was impersonating me. how humiliating is it when you see 'yourself' insulting yourself. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Imaginary friend: Ahaha if your so smart why are you in yuan ching. Err lost for words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this smart arse needs to get his facts right. i'm from Saint Anthony's Canossian Secondary School, thanks, and i'm all the way in Bedok. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Theon: Meet me at my place on Saturday, 11pm and lets have sex!&lt;br /&gt;Theon: I can't believe we are so desperate to have sex with each other that we did not notice it!&lt;br /&gt;Theon: WOW! Karin! I really want to sex with you now too!&lt;br /&gt;Karin: Sure. I love Theon. I'll be glad to have sex with him!&lt;br /&gt;THEONANDKARINSUCKS: WHY DONT U TO GO AND SEX WITH EACH OTHER SINCE YOU LIKE EACH OTHER SO MUCH? SEX FETISH WAS RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;now this is the punch line.&lt;br /&gt;lies. lies, i tell you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WanWan: But I am really annoyed with all these spamming people. Just stop OK?!&lt;br /&gt;WanWan: OK everyone, hello. You ALL do not know me (except Karin) so I'm being totally weird right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is where my annoyingly ignorant and perpetually happy friend comes in. still, it's nice to see her concerned about Theon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i can't talk anymore, my dad made a random decision to bring us to JB, as in yeah, Malaysia, so i'll catch you all later.&lt;br /&gt;and for people referred to this blog, please DO NOT spam.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-1883147763570454359?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/1883147763570454359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=1883147763570454359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/1883147763570454359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/1883147763570454359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_11.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-1542620361336846660</id><published>2008-05-10T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T02:07:11.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was really bored today, and since i uploaded pics yesterday, i decided it would be a bit stupid to do so again today. so i took some quizzes from my favourite quiz site, Quizilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiz 1: Your Naruto Life! (Girls Only)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Background: You grew up in the Sand village with your mom and dad and two little brothers. You were the most talented one in your family. You were able to unleash the beast within you which happens to be a lion. That was your secret weapon in battle and it never failed you. It made you the most feared ninja in the whole village. But you did have lots of friends though. Your two little brothers were like your best friends. They begged you to help them train to be as strong as you were. It was cute you thought. Your best friend was a guy that you had a big crush on. He was stronger than you but always protected you. You figured that you were going to marry him, but on a sad day your whole village was attacked by a rampaging beast. You tried to fight the beast but your inner power wasnt working good enough and you were knocked unconcious. When you woke up you were being carried out of your village by a strange man. You looked back and saw the hidden sand village being burned to the ground. By that sight you fainted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Love Story: You woke up again and you were lying on a couch obviously in somebody's house. You looked around wondering where you were and then realized what had happened. Your village was burnt to the ground and you shot up and ran to the door. You had to get back there to see if your family and the guy you liked was okay. Right as you opened the door there was a man standing on the other side. He looked slightly familiar and then it occured to you that this must have been the man that carried you here. This man was a little intimidating to look at but you thought he was kinda hot and he was your age. He wore a black cloak with red clouds and he had a hidden leaf headband on that had a slash through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Who is he' you thought. Just then he introduced himself, "My name is Itachi. You are probably wondering what you are doing here. Well, I saved you from your burning village and from that beast who could have killed you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you asked, "Is everyone all right?" He replied, "The whole village was burnt to the ground and most of them were killed by the beast so I doubt that there are any surviviors." You sat back down on the couch and looked to the floor. This was all too much for you to handle. You said, "Why did you save me?" He sat down across from you in the chair and said, "I've been watching you for quite awhile now and I've seen your strength. I think you'd make a good member to the Akatsuki group. I was just going to ask you to join but I came right when your village was being attacked so I just saved you instead." You were grateful that he saved you but you werent sure what the Akatsuki was. Then a bunch of other people in the same cloaks came in. Itachi Introduced you. You didnt know what to think because it was all happening too fast but you agreed to join because you had no where else to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--- Several months later--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were a full member of the Akatsuki now. (edited due to unecessary long winded information.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope you liked it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiz 2: What Do They Think Of You? [Naruto Style]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answers: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE RESULTS ARE IN!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uzumaki Naruto: Is scared of you. You're really strong and outgoing, but you're a bit twisted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uchiha Sasuke: Wants to fight you. Nothing more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haruno Sakura: Is worried you'll kill her in her sleep. (me: she should.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aburame Shino: Thinks you have a secret beauty and tranquility inside you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hyuga Hinata: She shits her pants every times she sees you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inuzuka Kiba: Thinks you're a badass and that makes a tent pitch in his pants XD (me: OMFG.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akamaru: Hides from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akimichi Choji: Thinks you're fat. (me: Pfft...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yamanaka Ino: Constantly challenges you to act cool. (me: i don't need to act compared to her.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nara Shikamaru: Has a secret liking for you, but he wouldn't let anyone know that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temari: Idolizes you. You're the only one who she knows how to talk to Gaara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kankuro: Worships you because you can make Gaara stop trying to kill him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaara: Loves you for so many reasons, even though he vowed never to love anyone but himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TenTen: Is scared of your face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hyuga Neji: Thinks you're too strong for your own good. (me: oh please.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rock Lee: Thinks you're beautiful but frightful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-and- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hatake Kakashi: thinks you're a strong creep. (me: un huh. and look who's talking?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-but don't forget- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarutobi, the 3rd Hokage: Doesn't want anything to do with you. (me: why, that makes me feel so much better.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uchiha Itachi: Thinks you have a hidden beauty underneath your strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orochimaru: Wants to lay his seal in you, thick and strong. (me: horny ass-wit.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOUR STATS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rank you evenutally achieved: Jounin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boyfriend: Gaara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reputation: An outgoing girl who's a bit morbid, but is pretty and strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i decided just to post 2 of the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i have to go due to my father's need to use the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-1542620361336846660?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/1542620361336846660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=1542620361336846660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/1542620361336846660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/1542620361336846660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_10.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-373856562157481268</id><published>2008-05-10T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T03:56:03.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Pictures.</title><content type='html'>This post of pictures depicts a series of angels and demons i found. and why i liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCV9IURFBrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Nrcv-T2UugQ/s1600-h/Whinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198698926701872818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCV9IURFBrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Nrcv-T2UugQ/s400/Whinny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was a verycarefree looking pose, and though many people think it's easy enough to draw, it isn't. the texture of the feathers have their individual stroking and shading. the clothes are also uniquely designed in the way of a japanese school uniform, and that has it's strokes and shading too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198699781400364738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCV96ERFBsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9tHPnSNZwBk/s400/Whinny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this demon girl (i think) has a good dress sense. if i ever needed to wear a dress, i'd pick this one. it's dark, purple (one of the better colours in my paintbox) and it has a matching necklace and jacket. although the image isn't all that clear, it looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCV8JkRFBqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SY1EAJN9Djg/s1600-h/Whinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198697848665081506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCV8JkRFBqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SY1EAJN9Djg/s400/Whinny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sasuke's demonic form... it looks like it, anyway. i like the colours used, it looks really texas-ish in the evening. the stitching done on the right side of the coat in the picture is very unusual and the energy encircling his finger has a unique twist to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCV5zERFBpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pDaL9SMv10s/s1600-h/Whinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198695263094769298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCV5zERFBpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pDaL9SMv10s/s400/Whinny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;she looks pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;END.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-373856562157481268?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/373856562157481268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=373856562157481268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/373856562157481268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/373856562157481268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/nice-pictures_10.html' title='Nice Pictures.'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCV9IURFBrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Nrcv-T2UugQ/s72-c/Whinny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-2208884583380006327</id><published>2008-05-09T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:06:40.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>People, life has its ups and downs. A hell lot of downs, but if you wanna see the ups, you better live through the damn downs to see em. I have had so many downs that if I took into consideration every single one of them, I don’t think I would have made it here.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels pain. Everyone feels like sometimes, the world is so bloody murder against them. But people, we have lived through those times. We can’t just go, “whoo. Ok, so I’m down, to prevent further pain, I shall stay down and contemplate suicide.”&lt;br /&gt;Dude, what? Please. Life goes on. And if you are strong enough, so will you. you can’t depend on someone to sugar-coat it all the time. No one’s going to be there forever to say, “it’s ok, everything is going to be just fine,” even when you know it’s not. We don’t live to protect each other from the harshness of reality, but show each other the factors of reality. The real stuff. The true stuff. That’s really all I have to say. And because no one else will hear me out, please…&lt;br /&gt;Lend me your listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what i said in a recent comment, excluding certain details not concerning many of you who come to this blog...&lt;br /&gt;and i think it's really true.&lt;br /&gt;think about it. all your life, you face difficulties. what happens? you learn to overcome them.&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;Work.&lt;br /&gt;so many more. i have realised how the negative impacts of my life make me learn how to cherish the good bits here and there even more. people who think they are down and out so immediately are really just giving up, and it's actually just the same as rolling over to die.&lt;br /&gt;i know life is hard. i know so many people with so many difficulties and i myself am one of them. it's drives mepositively insane on the days whereby i feel i can't do anything, but i still push on.&lt;br /&gt;AND SO SHOULD YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-2208884583380006327?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/2208884583380006327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=2208884583380006327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/2208884583380006327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/2208884583380006327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_7828.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-7262719726234490949</id><published>2008-05-09T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:56:41.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Pictures.</title><content type='html'>What i love about pictures is how there is always, always a story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCReOERFBmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WGB9yjpau1c/s1600-h/anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198383465648948834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCReOERFBmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WGB9yjpau1c/s400/anime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dosu took a step forward, and came face to face with the man in the hooded cape. he spread out his hands and narrowed his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"who are you, and what business do you have with us here at Mirrage Town?" he demanded, trying not to shake. the man grinned. even at Dosu's stage of novice fighter, he could determine negative intentions. he took a silent gulp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"what business? i don't intend to buy or sell, young man." the hooded figure responded in a low tone. Dosu shivered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i'm here to kill your father."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dosu tried to look clearly at the man, and yet, clearly felt his vision faltering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"what are you talking about? my father has done you no wrong, and i will not let you to him!! he is sick and resting, now leave, or you will see much bodily harm inflicted upon you." Dosu threatened. but he himself knew how empty it sounded. the magic was practically pulsing out ofthis guy. the man laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suddenly, in less than a second, Dosu's face was to the floor, and cuts erupted all over his body, from head to toe. the bleeding was intense, and he watched the man's cloak disappearing round the corner of the wall. he felt powerless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Gomen...Otou-san." he whisperedin agony, and he felt his eyes shut to the sound of screams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198384535095805554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCRfMURFBnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gXurPLw4xN0/s400/anime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rimu forced herself on the last mile. she was already catching up, she knew that, but the Razzar would not wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quickly, she made use of her hidden abilities and spotted a short-cut to the Razzar's destination. she swerved deftly and disappeared into the alleyway. her bike did not make a sound as it speeded through the slightly damp and smelly walls. she held her nose and like a cork out of a bottle, sped back out into sunlight. she took a deep breath. any second now, the Razzar would come up the street on their bikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rimu got out her gun and fired a single shot just as the first bike sped around the corner. it hit the rider in the ankle, and he fell off his bike, writhing and yelling in agony. the obstruction cause other bikes to either run over hism and collapse from the jerk, or to shudder to a jerk before hitting him. Rimu winced as she saw how the guy on the floor was rolled over by his accomplice's various heavy bikes. she called for back-up, and in less than 2 minutes, Nekowat Guard cars were speeding round the corner. any lead on the Razzar was enough to perk the head commander's ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rimu sighed as she cuffed the largest guy's hands together. sometimes she regretted becoming a Nekowat. especially when she knew how little credit she got. but this was the only job for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. it was. because it was in her father's will, and her mother's dying wish be that she obeyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rimu didn't like it. but she couldn't object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCRcMURFBlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Qk9viDlVQC8/s1600-h/anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198381236560922194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCRcMURFBlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Qk9viDlVQC8/s400/anime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Kira!!" Ume shouted across the field. Osuwari looked at her. "what? he asked. she held up a small flower. "Kira, it's just like your name!!" she smiled warmly, and he looked at it closely. surely, it was an Kira flower. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Ume, we should be getting back soon." Osu looked at his watch. he saw how Ume's face visibly fell. to her, he was sure, it felt only like a few minutes had passed. she held up the flower to the sun. "15 more minutes?" she begged, and although Osu knew he woukld get into trouble with his master at home, he nodded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he watched as Ume twisted the flower into her hair. she took out a pocket mirror and checked it a couple of times to make sure it was in place, and smiled whenever she saw Osu looking at the flower. but Osu knew she didn't know it was him. Osu, to Ume, was Kira, her employed manservant. Ume lived in a rich family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in actual fact, Osu was not at all her manservant. in fact, he was actually Ume's best friend from their shared childhood, but because of a freak accident, Ume had lost her memory. the doctor had warned Osu not to get too close to Ume, or remind her of anything in the past because it would affect her emotionally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"why..." Osu wondered, "is it that i always the ones i can never hope to be with as more than a friend?" he watched Ume, and screamed. inaudibly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;END.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-7262719726234490949?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/7262719726234490949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=7262719726234490949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7262719726234490949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7262719726234490949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/nice-pictures_09.html' title='Nice Pictures.'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCReOERFBmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WGB9yjpau1c/s72-c/anime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-7712713861437128510</id><published>2008-05-09T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T05:39:25.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;another day. another post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;met up with Jeanette in the morning, 11 or smething. we went to the library...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;waited for Syafiqah. and Intan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when i called them again at 12, Syafiqah said that Intan was going to met us there, so how's going there for lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we said ok. we took the bus there, to down town east. ridiculously short ride, it was a stop away. so we went to Macs to eat. well, i ordered, i hadn't had breakfast, but Jeanette wanted to wait for the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;how nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;too bad i was really hungry. i explained why i hadn't waited to Syafiqah, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;after eating, we walked over to where her friends were and talked a bit. then we left to go over to the bowling alley. we waited for quite a bit even though the dude said it was only going to be a half hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;finally i got a little angry for waiting such a long time. i was about to ask the receptionist about it when we finally saw our lane number on the waiting list. i sighed and just swallowed it in after renting the shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we walked to the lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;our group, me, Syafiqah, Jeanette and Intan, were up against a group of Syafiqah's friends. i got two strikes for the first round. then i got 2 spares, too. the rest were either 8's or 7's or gutters, because i scraped my hand on the wall trying to punch this guy i was really pissed with. my knuckles were affected and my second digits were scraped as well, so it was uncomfortable just to hold the bowling ball without the raw skin scratching against the wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;after the games were over, a couple of the girls were a little mad at each other, so i bought popcorn to settle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;like that helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i just don't understand girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jeanette left. then Syafiqah decided to go with her. i went back with Intan, i forgot she lived around where i did. rather ridiculous of me to forget, i regret to admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;took a bath, smsed this person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;took dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and this was my day up till here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;by the way, i got this post from TL's blog, and i'm going to try to cross examine it, like all the other bloggers are doing nowadays. it seems fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's no use worrying now, what's done is done.&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;I just wish that people will stop misunderstanding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want all those anger,hatred and prejudice to just go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want peace,joy......i want people to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and not hate me because they don't understand.&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just want people to stop being such monsters to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why does it have to be this way,why cant there be peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why can't we stop pointing fingers at one another and screaming about how much we hate each other.&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;why can't people learn to accept that everyone is different and start to respect that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;why can't we spend our time trying to forgive hurts rather than cause hurts.&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;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;right. let's begin with his first sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;first of all, i'd like to clarify this post caught my eye because it is true and meaningful to me. what's done actually IS done. you can't change it. with worrying, like what i said in my first post, and with simply sugar-coating, an attitude toward things that i have made my obvious dislike for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;next sentence. i'm not sure about that. perhaps people are misunderstanding you for not knowing you enough. do you open yourself up to many? no. i'm sure of it. not your real self. it's obvious to someone like me, i have experience &lt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;after that... yeah. i agree people who have prejudice are just plain despicable. judging someone by the way they dress, cut their hair or by the people they hang out with is really and truly disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;next 2 sentences. the one core bit that caught my attention. i want people to stop judging me because they think i'm acting like a smart little thing who doesn't know anything. i want them to stop thinking i don't know it just because they don't know it. because i do know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i know what's important in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;next paragraph. i don't understand this either. what is wrong with the human heart? it can be the evilest thing in the world, so deliciously misled and so quickly blackened that it could be the worst sight, and yet it could be easily one of the most complex, most beautiful things in the world when all intentions are pure. and yet people mislook it and see it was an act of false modesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh my god. yes, why? why is it we can't get along without problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;because we need the difficult senarios to help us treasure the precious few and far between lovely bits of life that some of us have more of and some of us have less. we need to treasure those moments. because we don't get many of them, if at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;last paragraph. this was another core bit as well. i got so agitated when i saw this. why CAN'T we spend our time doing aything productive? it is true. no one is the same, everyone has their own weaknesses and strengths. why can't we see what it truly means to be yourself? to be just you? and why can't we leave people who are strong enough to be themself to be themself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it's because of jealousy. people are scared to be ostracized by the public because they are not bold enough to go out as their own self, and they are afraid the public will think they are seeking only attention, evn if they are simply expressing their individuality. this is ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;... i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wow. that did feel good. cross examining someone's post is sort of fun, i might do it again sometime soon ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WILL THE PEOPLE IMPERSONATING ME OR TL IN OUR TAGBOXES LEAVE US ALONE? you're saying some very hurtful things without taking onto account what we might feel, so quit it please. you are bringing back unwanted memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i might post tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-7712713861437128510?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/7712713861437128510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=7712713861437128510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7712713861437128510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7712713861437128510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_09.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-8588306990513740648</id><published>2008-05-08T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:21:26.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>I love my CCA.we socialise, talk, train for upcoming competitions, discuss motions, say ridiculous things and get scolded if we talk too loud or interupt.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A TOTALLY NORMAL CCA, YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, there everyone goes, thinking Debate is only for people with nothing better to do, or that it's boring and is a no-substance CCA. well, Debate is an awesome CCA. Debate is the CCA if you ever want to ACE a job interview, if you want to express a point you feel very strongly about, or maybe want to learn how to talk to your sibling so forcefully they'll shut that trap of theirs, this is the place for you....totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIME/MANGA NERD&lt;br /&gt;[x] You watch anime. (Duh.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You read manga. (Again, DUH. mostl online, though.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You buy/collect anime DVDs or manga volumes. (i'm not sure t can be counted as collecting, but hell.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own some other form of anime/manga merchandise. (Mel gave me a Gaara figurine for my birthday ^^)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have referred to an anime character as 'hot' before. (yup. but i get over them pretty quickly, but last year i was just plain bsessed with Itachi ^^ lol. that was stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have cosplayed. (As the Akatsuki.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have done so in public. (of course not!!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been to an anime/manga convention. (where i dressed up as the Akatsuki.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have created/joined a fanclub for an anime/manga character. (Gaara &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have created/joined a hateclub for an anime/manga character. (Sakura, she's a useless ninja.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have squealed when you found out somebody had the same name as an anime character you knew.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You enjoy drawing anime. (everyday. i'm hoping to get into SOTA on this.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] People you know know you as the 'anime' person. (absolutely. i'm competing with my friend, Wan, she's a really good anime artist as well.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know that it is pronouced 'mawnguh' and not 'manga' like it is spelled. (someone doean't know this?)&lt;br /&gt;ANIME NERD POINTS: 12/14 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART NERD&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like art. (god, OBVIOUSLY.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You actually consider yourself an artist. (i think i am ^^)&lt;br /&gt;[x] When using art supplies, the brand of them matters to you. (yeah, i try not to get hold of cheaper stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a favorite brand. (one or two, actually.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have asked for art supplies as a Christmas/birthday gift before. (i was so happy when i got theose spray markers when i was 10 for christmas.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You give people your drawings as gifts. (Happy birthday Faye ^^ yup.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] People actually ask for your drawings. (Syafiqah, Nedra.....)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are known as 'the art person' at your school. (with Wan.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Instead of just 'brown' or ' pink', you'd be specific; it's 'sienna brown' or 'blush pink'. Or whatever. (i do this as times.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have taken an art class outside of school. (i developed my own style ^^)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have considered a career as an artist. (...sort of...)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your school papers are always covered in doodles. (even my exam paper.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a favorite artist. (Veronica De Velasco =)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your drawings have been framed. (last time, in the living room.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You carry a sketchbook with you everywhere you go. (absolutely EVERYWHERE.)&lt;br /&gt;ART NERD POINTS: 14/15 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my old site, Quizilla. jeez, the pure nostalgia of reading my fan mail...&lt;br /&gt;^^ thank you, previous 4000 supporters from Quizilla ^^ especially Sam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i have to go get ready to meet the girls for bowling.&lt;br /&gt;i'll come back with a full report.&lt;br /&gt;... later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-8588306990513740648?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/8588306990513740648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=8588306990513740648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/8588306990513740648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/8588306990513740648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_9934.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-9201933848799333564</id><published>2008-05-08T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:10:22.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>Well, today i'm supposed to meet up with Syafiqah, Jeanette and Intan at White Sands. it's the first time i've been asked to go bowling, i usually go only with family for that.&lt;br /&gt;This feels nice, to be asked out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wearing a black long sleeved lycra shirt, with a red sleeveless jacket on top. jeans, obviously, and boots. maybe my black wrist sleeves. or maybe i should chain my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a sneak agent, what with my gear up. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;we meet at white sands at 12, then after lunch we head to the bowling alley. after about 5 games or something, we'll just hang around till it's time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;that's the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps, ignore what Theon said in the tagbox. it's something you would not understand unless you were a regular reader of his tagbox, so yeah. someone has been impersonating me on his blog, which address i am not intending to give you in case you bother him as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-9201933848799333564?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/9201933848799333564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=9201933848799333564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/9201933848799333564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/9201933848799333564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_5179.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-7398296435681550152</id><published>2008-05-08T03:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T04:01:21.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i took a quiz on quizilla. i entered answers truthfully. let's see what it says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCLUFMF5AjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JGpx4OyhAUI/s1600-h/Akatsuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197950105549341234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCLUFMF5AjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JGpx4OyhAUI/s400/Akatsuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are the sensitive, tough gothic girl. You're not afraid to use violence and you are very headstrong. Sometimes you don't want to make your friends sad so you support in almost everything they do, even if it might be a bad thing, because you don't want to upset your friend. You sure got your make-up and clothes, but you still love them even if people discriminate. When it comes to parties, you aren't afraid to flaunt it with your clothes : fishnets, minidresses, deep-Vs, high boots, yea! Oh, and by the way...it also sounds like you are a very attractive person ^^ Could it be that preps are jealous? [sorry if I get this wrong]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your element : Fire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Possibly the person you like the most : A sidekick or someone who is just like you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Possibly dislike : A popular, preppy girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... this is rather accurate. except for the bit about attractiveness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*disclaimer* i am not trying to be overly modest. i myself hate that. i honestly feel that over 87% of the girls i see in the street are more attractive than me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-7398296435681550152?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/7398296435681550152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=7398296435681550152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7398296435681550152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7398296435681550152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_7281.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCLUFMF5AjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JGpx4OyhAUI/s72-c/Akatsuki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-7646712884658029883</id><published>2008-05-08T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T02:28:39.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>i realise that whenever i help people, they aren't exactly happy or they disregard it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just quit it.&lt;br /&gt;heh. be a loner and cut off ties till 7 years later.&lt;br /&gt;'EXTRA,' huh, Hz?&lt;br /&gt;'any help but yours,' huh, Tl?&lt;br /&gt;'oh god, just stay out of my fucking life, sheri, you have no idea what i'm going through,' huh, sis?&lt;br /&gt;i had enough.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i've tried to understand, sis, i have. but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;should i apologise?&lt;br /&gt;i'm... sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-7646712884658029883?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/7646712884658029883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=7646712884658029883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7646712884658029883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/7646712884658029883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant_08.html' title='Rant!!'/><author><name>Karin Isuzu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656855989733900708.post-5767265003409610262</id><published>2008-05-07T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:41:28.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First the normal... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCKCesF5AhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZZ8ZjaWUKuI/s1600-h/Akatsuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197860383682527762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCKCesF5AhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZZ8ZjaWUKuI/s400/Akatsuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this picture because it has a very peaceful feeling to it, and the texture and colours are very well done too. i like that she'sdoing something as dangerous as walking outside the building as easy as boiling water. it'sa novel idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCKCU8F5AgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ycDWRQSBNsI/s1600-h/Akatsuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197860216178803202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCKCU8F5AgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ycDWRQSBNsI/s400/Akatsuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The classic Romeo and Juliet picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCKB1cF5AfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/f4Ho2Hxnq2c/s1600-h/Akatsuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197859675012923890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCKB1cF5AfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/f4Ho2Hxnq2c/s400/Akatsuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have absolutely no clue why i didn't pick the origial piece instead of this. the add ins were pretty much to my liking, i suppose. even the tape looks real, this is photoshop's version of neoprints, i guess. it looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCKBQMF5AeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_KwGMte3s0g/s1600-h/Akatsuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197859035062796770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCKBQMF5AeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_KwGMte3s0g/s400/Akatsuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i like this picture because of the way it is painted in photoshop. the outlinbes don't look very roughed in like other couple pictures, which i found was a nice touch. the character's stance is good too, and i like the design of the costumes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCKBH8F5AdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bsVLKeStIew/s1600-h/Akatsuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197858893328875986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCKBH8F5AdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bsVLKeStIew/s400/Akatsuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this picture because they match and it's cute. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCKA9cF5AcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_hyjEwC5cms/s1600-h/Akatsuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197858712940249538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON5DRnSGEo8/SCKA9cF5AcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_hyjEwC5cms/s400/Akatsuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; number one. i like the clothes the girl is wearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;number two. i like the clothes the guy is wearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;number three, the ambience used is very suiting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and number four, the texture used for the picture and the colours and frame is very well picked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this picture is one of the best couple pictures i have seen thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-5767265003409610262?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/5767265003409610262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=5767265003409610262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Rant!!</title><content type='html'>how do i put this?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not bragging. in fact, it's quite the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i can't cry. not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;when i was at the counsellors, it was an individual session. i was shifting around, talking to her about my problems. you know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;"Sheri, you know if you want to cry, it's ok, right? i mean, it isn't weak or anything if you cry. it's definitely a better way to vent your anger if any."&lt;br /&gt;i looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs Koh, i apologise. i really wish i could, but i cannot."&lt;br /&gt;she looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;"why? is it because you think it's weak?"&lt;br /&gt;i shook my head.&lt;br /&gt;"i can't. i absolutely cannot. i cannot tell you how much i have cried over these issues i am faced with. no self pity. i cry like mad, but it doesn't help."&lt;br /&gt;i stared up at her. she kept it shut.&lt;br /&gt;"it's tiring. i'm tired. i'm very tired. i have absolutely no more to give. i cannot, absolutely will not compromise on this. i cannot give you anything more. i have given all i possibly can. but it doesn't seem to fill &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; up enough. i have absolutely no more tears to cry for her. no more. my tear ducts have shrivelled up and DIED. they are gone, evaporated and disappeared. they are not there anymore."&lt;br /&gt;she still kept it shut.&lt;br /&gt;"so i really do apologise, but i have no more tears to cry for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't. whenever i am with my father, he looks at me and my sister and says, "why don't you wear some skirts, sheri? you'll look prettier."&lt;br /&gt;"i couldn't care less."&lt;br /&gt;"you should, you're a girl."&lt;br /&gt;*that doesn't mean i have to pounce around like a whore in heels.* i think and say instead, "that doesn't mean i have to dance around in pink and purple just to make others think i'm a girl. being a girl is not defined by someone who wears skirts." all the more better if i can point at a passer by and show him.&lt;br /&gt;"yes, but it would make you look nicer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand it. me wearing pink will make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;do i look like i care? really, if i do, tell me so i'll change my face.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that you keep telling me to do that and that i don't have the guts to go from wearing red and black to pink just makes it a billion times worse, ok? you don't have to rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts enough on its own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-6766599793569477110?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/6766599793569477110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>the fact that i may feel you and yet not know who you are pains me to the core.&lt;br /&gt;who are you?&lt;br /&gt;is it a question that i am supposed to ask? or is it just something that will be answered in time?&lt;br /&gt;what will occur between now and when the question is answered? more pain? more counselling? more people needlessly telling you their emotions for lipstick when you really don't care a whit for it?&lt;br /&gt;when will the question be answered? why are we fighting so hard? what could we possibly be fighting for? and when will we achieve this feat?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is supposed to be my story blog, but i can't help it. i think i might make this my personal blog.&lt;br /&gt;either way.&lt;br /&gt;i have pondered many things. why boys like playing video games, why girls like lipstick, why the rain never seems to fall on the right occasions like sports meets and instead, on my aunt's wedding which had to be brought inside to a hotel. i have pondered the exsistence of extra terrestrials and whether they actually live out our past, day by day like we used to do. i have pondered if the care bears actually exist, and how to terminate them if so. i have pondered wht would happen if i were actually born a boy, and decided that it might have made less difference than you thought it would. and i have pondered what it was like to have a name like Septimus, who one of my friends have. i think he's a friend. if i am Ry's sister... then...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i guess he is my friend.&lt;br /&gt;after pondering all of these things, i pondered why i thought of them, and i yet again realise how easy it is to waste time thinking about things you could never figure out. probably people are working on the discovery of alien life forms and the like of them, but we will probably never figure out the rest. what makes us think we can?&lt;br /&gt;this happens to be ourself.&lt;br /&gt;humans happen to have a nature that thinks about him/ herself most of the time. i wonder if he likes me. i wonder if what i'm wearing will startle them. i wonder if i'm going to become this year's prom queen/ king. ridiculous. you can't read people's mind, so why worry about it?&lt;br /&gt;as long as you are doing nothing wrong, don't waste your time worrying. worrying is ridiculous. it takes up useful mind space and wastes your brain cells on something that will not aid you in any possible way.&lt;br /&gt;see? i rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my sister leaving this family.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about what will happen to Faye.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my medical conditions and whether i will die by next year.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about whether i will be hugged by anyone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my studies and exams.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about whether i have enough money to buy what i need and to bless others on their birthdays this month.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about the way i have been spending my money.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my application to SOTA.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my family ties.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my sister's way to thinking and suicidal attitude.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about not matching up to my second sister. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about standing next to people who shine, because i know i don't.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my relationship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about Faye and her father.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my friends and if they will leave again.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my fan fics, and whether i will post them by next week like i promised.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about the earth, which is by the way, DYING.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about Ry, because he lies to everyone. and himself, in the process.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about Ching Han, because she doesn't believe in herself, something i hope to remedy.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about Abby, and her... dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about the next American president, and whether he will lead the people in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about whether i try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about whether people will see his post and be all, "WTF?"&lt;br /&gt;i worry about whether singapore is going to drown someday.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about how i should or could try harder.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my views on love.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my obsession for blood.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about whether some random guys will one day force me to *'roll over'.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about pain, and if i will continue experiencing it at this rate.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about whether one can die from pain.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my counselling sessions and if they will be ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my parents.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my random obsession for kinder bueno.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my sister smoking.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about dying my hair blood red, which is something i long to do in poly, but i hope i can do it with my parents blessing.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about sadness, anger and depression.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about the economy.(i know, wierd.)&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my father's work.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about whether Man U will eventually win Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my second sister giving up all hope of having accepted my oldest sister.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my older sister and what she will do after leaving this house.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my insomnic state due to all these problems.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about Yueng Wan's stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about hatred.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about loving someone, but hating them at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about hating someone because i love them.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about loving someone because i was hurt many times when that happened.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about making reliable friends.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about my abilities and whether they exist.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about people who starve themselves to look good, they are abundant in my school.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i realised worrying was of no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolling over is a gang term whereby the victim is forced to have casual sex with other members.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656855989733900708-5445744819817768980?l=silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenceofkonoha.blogspot.com/feeds/5445744819817768980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4656855989733900708&amp;postID=5445744819817768980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656855989733900708/posts/default/5445744819817768980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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