<?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-4757035783842375835</id><updated>2012-02-12T22:14:30.937-08:00</updated><category term='MCB'/><category term='カフェ、旅行、秋'/><category term='http://www.garminasus.com/garmin/cms/site/home/lang/en_SG/welcome'/><category term='immunology'/><category term='fall'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='成语故事'/><category term='scooters'/><title type='text'>K</title><subtitle type='html'>私は永遠に日本が大好きです。オウム、猿、そして亀。彼らは飛行機にしています。突然、飛行機はコントロールを失い、それがクラッシュしている。して、オウムの後には一三のカウントが1つのジャンプが示唆している。そこで2人は、パラシュートをつかんでジャンプするための準備。最初のカウントは、オウム、オウムと最初のジャンプ。猿の話は、どのようにカウントすることはできませんので、分からないんだけど、 "サルを行う"を参照してくださいサルので、オウムカウントに従うと、オウムジャンプに従うが、亀の数を知る方法はないとした方法に従うため、最終的に知るには、亀ジャンプされておらず、それはクラッシュで終了。しかし、最後の理由は、猿死ぬ？</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-6451331714901738118</id><published>2010-06-01T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:19:31.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>不遵守约定的队友</title><content type='html'>学校假期不再是享受的时候了。 虽然现在我们学校已经放了假， 不过， 我还需要每天到学校来， 为的就是学校的一个重大的作业。 凡是在这间学校里读最后一年的学生，都必做这个作业， 如果不完成这个作业， 我们就没有办法毕业了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个作业是由五个人一起做的。老师和我们约好每天周日九点钟必须在实验室报道。我今日当然也是照常来到学校。但另我可气的是，我今天在实验室外已经等了大约一小时了， 可是实验室里仍是黑漆漆的， 半个人影也没看见。队友们没有通知我关于今天到底需不需到学校报道， 老师也没交代，就偏偏要我一个人在这里苦等。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怎么说也是队里的成员， 为何有重要的事就不通知我一声呢？学校离我的家可是非常远的，塔巴士还得花上一个小时。 这样做对我公平吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我今日非常生气。往后我只希望他们能对我公平一些。&lt;div 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title='不遵守约定的队友'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2269012409495570397</id><published>2010-03-26T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T08:43:50.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>躲避坏人记</title><content type='html'>昨天， 我们很晚才吃午餐。 所以到了晚餐时间， 我和妈妈都不觉得饿。 可是在外驾德士的父亲总是会在家里吃晚餐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;家里没有晚餐吃，而父亲又饿着肚子，母亲给了我一些钱， 叫我一个人只到附近的咖啡店去买打包的食物给我的父亲吃。 我接过了钱， 便出门去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽说咖啡店离我家很近， 可是对我来说， 可远了。 为了到那个咖啡店， 我需要过一个马路， 再过一个天桥，又再过一个马路。然后得走一条直路经过一个垃圾槽， 然后又要过一个马路， 才能到咖啡店。单单只是上下天桥， 我就已经觉得累了，可我还得过好几个马路才能到咖啡店。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实还有多一家咖啡店更靠近我的家， 可是那里的东西卖得特别贵， 而且也不好吃。那就没办法啦， 只能走到天涯海角去买便宜又好吃的啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了那里， 我点了一些打包回去的菜， 然后便找一个空位子坐下。 当我正在等待打包的食物时， 有一个男子， 看似二十几岁， 身材微胖， 身高比我矮几寸， 身上穿着一件绿色的上衣。这名男子捧着一个杯子在咖啡店的摊位面前徘徊。 我看见这名男子时， 他是背对我的。 当他一转身时， 他第一眼便留意到我， 并开始向着我的方向走来。 我立刻避开他的视线， 看往别处。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不料， 这名男子竟然坐在了我的身旁， 开始对我说起话来。 我这个人一向来不喜欢和陌生人打交道， 所以当他对我说起话时， 我只是点头，根本没多说什么。 他对我说的第一句话就是他只要看我一眼便能猜出我的性格。他于是便一直说出他对我的性格的猜测。到最后还问我到底有没有猜对。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不知道这个人到底打什么算盘， 不过不管他说什么，我就只是点头。 不管他猜对还是错， 我也只是点头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的打包食物终于好了。 我原本想要拿了食物就能立刻解脱这位男子。没想到， 他竟然说他要陪我走回家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就在这时， 我开始怀疑这个人到底是不是好人。 我和他根本就不熟， 而他为什么要一直缠着我， 他到底想怎么样呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我当然也不是笨蛋。既然他想陪我回家， 我只好也让他跟着我了。 不过，我走的路不是回家的路， 而是要绕几圈走， 将他耍得团团转。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我走哪里， 他真的便跟到哪里。 我原本是想走好几圈的， 可是我突然想到我的父亲还在家里等晚餐， 所以我也不能太晚回家。 我于是便走到了一个离我的家有一段距离的一座组屋， 然后就告诉他我住在这里。 他等我上了电梯后， 便离开了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我上了电梯上了十二楼， 便从另外一边的楼梯走下楼。 因为我担心那名男子还会在电梯那里逗留， 所以我只好从另外一个楼梯下楼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于下楼了。 我立刻快步走回家。 没想到， 走到途中， 竟然又遇到他。 这时， 我只能怪自己倒霉了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;当我再次遇到那名男子时， 他开始问我为什么回家了， 又下来了呢？ 幸好我在之前便已做好了一个以防万一的打算， 所以便对他说道：“啊。 我的钱掉在半路了。 嗐呀！ 真倒霉啊。”。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;这名男子不知是假好心还是真想帮我， 便对我说道：“不如我陪你一起找吧。反正我的时间多的是。”。 是啊， 他时间多的是， 还有空找个陌生人来聊天， 还想跟到家里来。 哪像我， 我还要把晚餐送到家里的啊。 要不然家人就会饿着肚子了。 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我心里想， 我不能再一直让这个疯子再跟踪我了， 这样会没完没了的， 于是我便对他说道：“不如你帮帮我， 帮我找一下钱吧。 找到之后， 记得打电话给我。 我要先回家了， 我的家人正饿着呢。 不好意思要麻烦你了。”。 他也答应了帮我找， 于是， 他便再次陪我到“家”楼下， 然后我又假装上楼， 然后又分散了。 这次我更机灵了， 我一直留意身边周围的动静， 然后便快步的往家的方向走。 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;终于， 我来到了家楼下。 我再次望一下周围， 确定那个疯子真的没有跟上来， 我才上电梯。回到了家里， 我反而被家人骂了一顿。 因为他们为了等我， 已经饿坏了。 于是我便把事情的经过一五一十地对他们说了一遍。 他们不只不同情我， 反而还骂我笨。 我相信如果换作是你们， 你们应该也会和我一样吧， 是吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-2269012409495570397?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-1899191774202015760</id><published>2010-03-12T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:37:14.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>喝了咖啡之后舌头痛又麻</title><content type='html'>有一天， 我的朋友突然打电话给我， 叫我陪他一起去电脑维修中心去。 现在刚好是假期， 我的朋友想趁这个时候去维修电脑。 我的笔记型电脑刚好也有一些小问题，而且电脑的保修期也还没过。 心里便想：“既然我的朋友约我陪他一起去电脑维修中心， 而且我的笔记电脑的商标也和我朋友的电脑的商标一模一样，要维修也是同一间公司，便也顺便把我的电脑拿去维修中心， 好让他们把我电脑的毛病除掉。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;赴约当天， 我约我的朋友早上十一点半在火车站等。 没想到， 我的朋友竟然听错， 以为赴约的时间是十点半。 所以当我一到赴约地点时， 他当然是大发雷霆啦。 因为我的朋友一等我足足一个小时十分钟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的朋友气得一直跳。 即使我和他道了歉， 他还一直在生我的气。从我一到赴约地点一直到巴士站， 他都一直在骂我。他一句接一句， 口都没停到。 嗐。。。我的朋友也是挺可怜的。 他不只需要在火车站站到脚累，见到我了还得骂到嘴累。本来我是想和他解释清楚的，不过他连让我说话的机会也没有， 我最后只能默声地听他骂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了火车站， 我们还没看见维修中心， 因为我们还得搭多一趟巴士才能到。到了巴士站，我告诉他还需要搭五十一号巴士才能到维修中心。不过我自己不确定上了巴士后， 到底要在哪一站下车。当我对我的朋友说起时，他又再气多一回了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然是他约我出来的，可是， 这个地点则是我选的。因为我的朋友原本要我先去他的家等他， 然后再去电脑维修中心。我原本也想打算这样， 可是我的朋友离我的家实在是太远了。当我的父亲一听到他约我在他的家等他时，他也是大发雷霆地说：“你的朋友是哪家的大少爷啊？还要你特地去接他。 换个约会地点吧！ 傻瓜！”。 爸爸和我的想法一致，真是有其父必有其子啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然这个约会地点是我选的， 不过我对这个地方确是非常陌生。 因为我从来都没到过那里， 只是看了一下网上的地图和指南， 就大胆地约了人在这里等。这也难怪我的朋友会那么生气啦。其实如果换成是我自己一个人来， 即使下错了站， 我会自己走， 自己找， 找回正确的路。所以我即使自己迷了路， 我也不会感到害怕， 反而当作是一个精彩的探险经验。 而我的这位朋友是个急性子， 他可是早上一大清早就打电话给我， 叫我立刻准备。他打电话来时我还在床上呢。别说是等了我足足一小时了， 即使是等一分钟，我看他也暴跳如雷了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上了五十一号巴士后，我便一直望窗外看，看看是否到站了。 我知道从我上巴士的那个站算起， 是在第八个站下， 可是我在数的时候， 我的朋友还在骂， 所以我也数到失数了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无奈之下， 我只好去问司机， 问他电脑维修中心到底是在哪个站下。司机当时看也没看我， 只是比个“二”的手势。 意思就是说还有多两个站。我向司机道谢， 可他仍然二话不说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于到了站。 我的朋友快步地走向维修中心， 把我远抛在后， 头也不回。 很显然的， 我的朋友还在生我的气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们从巴士站走到维修中心，彼此一直保持冷漠， 一句话也不说。 我的朋友没再骂下去了。我终于能够松口气了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了一个天桥， 再通过一个隧道， 我们来到了一座高楼大厦。 一踏进了大厦， 眼前有一条很长的走廊。 在走廊上，有人正在摆地摊做生意。 大厦里竟然会有地摊， 我还是头一次遇到。 来光顾的客人也不到十人， 而且来这里的除了在这座大厦上班的人和来维修电脑的人之外， 也不会有其他的人来这里了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的朋友走在前边， 而我走在后边。 我的朋友真是过分啊。 明知道我是第一次来到这里， 还走到那么快。 要是他把我弄丢了， 我可是会迷路的啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们来到了电梯前，按了下电梯纽， 电梯门开了， 我们踏进了电梯。 他立刻喊道：“八楼！”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他虽然是有气在头， 可是也不能这样对朋友吧。 既然这件事是我有错在先， 我只好按了八楼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我按了八楼后， 他立刻大声喊道：“你是聋子啊。 我说二楼！”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这个时候， 我的心里非常生气。 虽然我有错在先， 可是他现在是在拿我来出气， 想报仇是吗？ 虽然心里非常生气， 我仍然保持冷静， 不理会他。 每当一发生类似的两者之间不愉快的事情， 我都选择保持冷静。 因为我认为要是继续和他们理论， 将会没完没了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电梯门一开， 眼前便是维修服务场所了。 我的朋友快步地走向服务柜台。 我既然对这里陌生， 也只能跟在他后头。 他做什么我也做什么， 有样学样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了服务柜台前， 我的朋友便向服务员说：“我是来维修电脑的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;服务员态度亲切地回答道：“没问题。 请问先生， 你的电脑是什么哪一种型式的？”。 我的朋友轻易地回答了服务员。服务员点了点头，便拿了一张纸和一张号码纸给他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他走了之后， 我便立刻上前说道：“我也是来维修电脑的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;服务员望着我， 微笑地点了点头， 便说道：“好的， 先生。 请问你的电脑是什么型式的？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我自己则是连自己正在用的笔记电脑也不知道是什么型式。 我只好把电脑从书包里拿出给她看。 她点了点头， 便将一张绿色的纸和一小张的号码纸给了我， 叫我填写那张绿色的纸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接过了纸后， 我便走向顾客等待区去等待。正在等待的人非常多，不过我的朋友的身材又肥又高大， 所以即使人再多， 也不怕找不到他的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我来到了他的身旁，便坐了下来。 他见我坐了下来后， 立刻又站起身子走了。我知道他肯定又是想玩弄我， 所以我便留在原位不走，望着他到底想到哪儿去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看见他到了一间机器前， 不知道做了些什么， 不久后， 手上便拿着一杯水回来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当他回到我的身旁坐时， 我闻到一阵咖啡的香味。 我于是便问他， 说道：“喂！ 这是免费的吗？”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他头也没看我，只是点头。 我于是也站起身来， 走到那台机器前， 在那台机器前研究了一番， 来确定我的朋友到底有没有骗我。这个机器没得放钱币， 所以我便信了他， 便也按了一杯咖啡来喝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那杯咖啡非常烧，我小心翼翼地从机器里拿出咖啡，捧着热腾腾的咖啡回到我的位置坐时， 我的朋友已经将咖啡喝完了。 他将杯子丢了， 然后再去拿第二杯。 没想到我的朋友那么厉害。 那么烧的东西都能喝那么快。他真的是人吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然， 不知从哪突然响了一个“叮”声。 我看了看周围， 发现在不远处有一个号码显示板，正闪着四个号码。 见到那个正闪着的号码后， 我立刻想起了刚才那个服务员给我的那张号码纸。 我于是便拿出来看， 然后和显示板上的号码相比。 我发现就只差一个数位就轮到了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-1899191774202015760?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2962637495839327180</id><published>2010-03-02T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:46:10.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye VoidRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44iHMDfNLI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5vrQPbYbPD4/s1600-h/screenVoidRO+v3071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444326506427790514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44iHMDfNLI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5vrQPbYbPD4/s400/screenVoidRO+v3071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444325840966976482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44W3j6hp3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/GQnue0KUUZw/s1600-h/thrones1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444314143326840690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44W3j6hp3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/GQnue0KUUZw/s400/thrones1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44Wu_h4WBI/AAAAAAAAAh8/XwqZM75P9S4/s1600-h/thrones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444313996120840210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44Wu_h4WBI/AAAAAAAAAh8/XwqZM75P9S4/s400/thrones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44WlxRnOVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/i-uymO2iZGE/s1600-h/soulofknight+and+kenobi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444313837675690322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44WlxRnOVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/i-uymO2iZGE/s400/soulofknight+and+kenobi3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44WgfeJJmI/AAAAAAAAAhs/yEC6VeRmxiM/s1600-h/soulofknight+and+kenobi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444313746997061218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44WgfeJJmI/AAAAAAAAAhs/yEC6VeRmxiM/s400/soulofknight+and+kenobi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44WbVWsijI/AAAAAAAAAhk/r2queyPJD0s/s1600-h/soulofknight+and+kenobi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444313658382125618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44WbVWsijI/AAAAAAAAAhk/r2queyPJD0s/s400/soulofknight+and+kenobi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44V1oZ0n1I/AAAAAAAAAhM/9iRsG_FLog8/s1600-h/mage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444313010660482898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44V1oZ0n1I/AAAAAAAAAhM/9iRsG_FLog8/s400/mage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44VtTe5OBI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7nuthFBtgz0/s1600-h/mage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444312867605657618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44VtTe5OBI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7nuthFBtgz0/s400/mage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44VhJgIRRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/lBAcG5MMRqc/s1600-h/kenobi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444312658768053522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44VhJgIRRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/lBAcG5MMRqc/s400/kenobi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VoidRO is no more now. I miss VoidRO so much. I also miss all my friends who are inside. Goodbye VoidRO and goodbye all my friends.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renegades: Young Kenobi, Chin12303, Splay Mark, Numbbutts, Tsunade, Star Ocean, Sephyr, Speed n Stealth, Flimigo, Selune, LordEdwardX, WarpGate, Valeria Amadore, Sir Rubeus, Bluedude, Matt Tuck&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other void friends: Marker(Alex Loriaux, Ryan), gissmoo, Sunday and more but forget their exact name.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;GMs: Keale, Aroo, Kouryn, Eternity&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye everyone. Please say hi if you guys happen to drop by my blog. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any Void RO players happen to drop here, leave your email contacts too so we are able to continue to keep in touch. :)&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;-soulofknight, Ou Yang Feng, Storm&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&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&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&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&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/4757035783842375835-2962637495839327180?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/S44iHMDfNLI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5vrQPbYbPD4/s72-c/screenVoidRO+v3071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2264164169256613138</id><published>2010-03-02T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:17:55.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>老鼠的智慧</title><content type='html'>前几天， 当我在看报纸时， 我看见了一则有趣的新闻。 有一个人因为家里的老鼠太多， 他于是便买了一个老鼠夹回来。另一天， 老鼠他抓到了， 不过又不忍心抓他， 所以决定把它放了。不料，老鼠竟然返回来咬屋主。报纸上写着这只老鼠是一只忘恩负义的老鼠， 可是换个角度来想， 那位屋主虽然认为自己在做好事， 可是老鼠却认为屋主在虐待它。用一个鼠夹让他身受疼痛， 然后又将它放了， 让它仿佛在地狱走一回。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果一个人被打伤了， 那个人当然会想要报复。 动物当然也是一样的。 因为动物和人类一样也有思想， 有感情， 也懂得生存的道理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人类活着往往都是为了自己的利益。就比方说人类开设动物园， 也是对人类自己的利益而想。开设动物园的人能利用动物来赚钱， 强逼动物表演等等。可是对动物来说， 他们就像是在坐牢一样。自己没做错事， 而被终身监禁。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人们开设工厂， 也是为了自己的利益， 也没有想到他们到底会对大自然造成多少的破坏。周围的环境， 美丽的大自然会不会也因为人们的利益， 而从此消失呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-2264164169256613138?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2264164169256613138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2264164169256613138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2264164169256613138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2264164169256613138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' 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title=''/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-4357679709204990922</id><published>2010-01-27T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:43:26.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>学校的苦生活</title><content type='html'>学校快要接近年尾了。 我非常盼望着假期快点到来。 可是， 接近年尾也就是说接近大考了。 我今年在学校里的成绩也不是很理想。 我已经有一个测验不及格了。如果在这个大考里，那个科目还是不及格的话， 那我可能就要在在这个学校里留多半年了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我非常讨厌这个学校，因为这个学校每天都必须在班里演讲。我最不行的就是演讲了。在中学的O level 大考里，我的口试全都是不及格的，可是现在却要我在这样的环境生存， 简直是在受罪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在学校里， 大多的学生也是流氓类型， 所以我很少和他们来往。 就这样， 我在这间学校里的朋友也少了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我今年有一个project要做。 我原本是已经做好了，交上去了。 谁知道，老师竟然不接受。我可是费了好多功夫在这个作业的，可是他们竟然这样对我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们说不行， 我又能说什么呢？ 只好从做了。 不过， 这次从做， 我因为来不及做完， 而错过了交上作业的时间。 我可能明年又要再从做了。 他妈的！ 同样的作业要我做三次。 真是欺人太盛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这次的project不是最后的project。 明年还有一个更重要的project。 这个project需要找一个组。 可是， 我找不到一个组。 我现在都不知道该怎么办了。 这间学校一直让我担心这个， 担心那个， 我看我的寿命少说也减少了三年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真希望能快一点毕业， 然后离开学校。 我真不想再多呆了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-4357679709204990922?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/4357679709204990922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=4357679709204990922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rejection of a transplanted organ? Explain your answers.</title><content type='html'>In order to prevent rejection, we must firstly do a HLA Typing test. This blood test looks at proteins called human leukocytes antigens, which is also known as HLAs for short. This proteins is being found on almost every surface of every cells in the human body.&lt;br /&gt;The recipient's HLA and the donor's HLA must be the same, so that there will not be any rejections when there is an organ transplant.&lt;br /&gt;After an organ transplant, our body are still not being cured totally. The reason is because the organ might still undergo rejection in the future. So the only way to prevent this is to take medicine.&lt;br /&gt;This type of medicine is able to decrease the ability of a patient's immunity, and therefore, it also helps in preventing the rejection. However, this drug is not very good. The reason is because when a preson take this drug, their immunity will become lower, and their immunity against infections will be more weaker, and therefore, they will get infection more easily.&lt;br /&gt;Also, in order to be safe, it is better for us to get organs from our close relatives. The reason is because by using organs of the close relatives, the chances of rejection will be lower.&lt;br /&gt;Before having a transplant, the donor and the patients must also be checked on their health conditions, and to see that whether the organ transplant is able to go on. Like for example, if a donor does not realise that he himself has AIDS disease, and he donate his organ to someone in need. The person receiving his organs will get infected with the disease too. Therefore, checking the health condition is very important too, as it also checks whether a person is suitable to transplant his organs or not.&lt;br /&gt;Also, it is more safer to get human donors rather to get animal donors. The reason is because humans and animals are genetically different, and if animal organs are being transplanted onto humans, the animal's genes and human's genes are different, and also, the immunity of that particular animal and humans are different, therefore, it might have more higher possibility of having rejections, therefore it is safer to get human organ donors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-2558098989675177569?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2558098989675177569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2558098989675177569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2558098989675177569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2558098989675177569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2010/01/list-some-ways-to-prevent-rejection-of.html' title='List some ways to prevent rejection of a transplanted organ? Explain your answers.'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5147918574183524890</id><published>2009-12-16T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T05:04:51.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>失败的作业</title><content type='html'>我们的学校有一个非常重要的作业。这个作业非常重要。 它将分成四个步骤做。第一个步骤就是需要写一个短短的几段句子， 说明我们将要做的标题。第二个步骤便是要写一个两千多个字的报告。第三个步骤便是要把这份报告简短化， 然后把内容和设计打理好，印在海报上。 最后一个步骤就是要将这份海报拿到考官面前，然后需要在考官面前演讲一遍关于我们所搜集的资料。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些步骤可不是马上就能完成的。我可是花了好几个月才把这个作业办好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;演讲当天...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了演讲那一天，我非常紧张。当天我差一点迟到了，幸好巴士准时抵达车站，否则我可能就要花上好多钱他计程车了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在巴士里，我的心跳得非常快。 我好担心这个作业到底会不会做得好。 在巴士里， 我一直不停的阅读印在纸上的相关资料， 然后一直背着死板板的字， 读了又读， 几乎都忘了在这一个小时的车程里，到底来回阅读了多少遍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于到了校外。 我看了一下手表， 演讲的时间只剩下五分钟就开始了。我立刻加快了脚步， 每走几步都会瞄一下手表上的时间。这个学校虽然外表上看起来并不是很大，不过在校内走起来还真是比想象中还要大很多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于到了考场了。 考试的地点是在一间课室里。我从课室的窗口往里头望。 我看见了一个熟悉的面孔。里面有一位考生正是我以前的同班同学。 当时他已经开始演讲了。见他有一副非常有信心有把握的样子， 直挺挺的站在三位老师的面前演讲， 这使得我的心里更加害怕， 更加紧张。因为我一向来都是不擅长演讲的人，而这间学校却偏偏要我们天天在办理演讲。这种演讲的日子已经快过两年了，不过我始终还是对演讲很不习惯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “喂！KY！”。 我的背后突然有人叫起了我的名字。我转头一看，一个熟悉的身影正朝向我走来。原来是以前曾经和我同班的一位同学。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们于是便在课室的门口聊了起来。他告诉我说他自己今天也需要演讲， 而且正好也适合我同一班。我听了之后， 心里喜了起来。至少我有一个伴， 那么即使是上黄泉也不觉得寂寞了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几分钟后， 一位满面杂頾的考官向我们走来。他的年纪看似二十多岁，身材矮小，穿着一件白色的上班族上衣。他的样子真是令人觉得讨厌， 尤其是他那满面胡子， 使他样子显得脏兮兮， 越看越叫人反胃。又不是子孙满堂了， 却要留着密密麻麻的杂頾， 我看这个人八成是还没嫁人， 因为女生只要看见他的杂頾， 都吓得退十公里了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;踏进了考场后，我的心跳得更加厉害， 几乎都快跳出来了。那位原本还在演讲的那位同学还没结束演讲。他仍然保持一副信心十足的样子。老师叫我把我的海报贴在墙上。那位即将和我一起“死”的那位同学也同样的需要把海报给贴上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我们在贴海报的时候， 那位正在演讲的同学突然进了下来。 课室突然变得很冷静， 连我手表上秒针跳动的声音都可以清楚地听见。那位同学终于被难倒了。我的心里暗喜了起来，因为我平常在班里演讲的时候都是这副德性， 演讲到了一半， 老师突然出了难题，我便愣在那里了。其实我愣着并不是在思考，因为在演讲的时候， 我的脑袋因为紧张过度，连一点思考的能力也没有了，所以每当老师一问我问题，我通常都是假装思考，然后假装不懂。 当我同组的组员见到我“苦思无成果”的表情后，便会帮我回答老师问我的题目。既然老师也没限制一定要我回答， 所以我“利用”一下他们也没关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过在今天， 这一招已经用不着了。 因为演讲的只有我一个， 所以全都只靠我自己的嘴， 全靠我自己的傻脑袋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那位和我同一时间演讲的同学所印的海报是两张超大张的海报，而我的是八张中型海报。 他的海报只有两张，所以一下子便都贴好了。 可我的八张海报却得贴上老半天才能贴好。我还没贴好第七张的时候， 那位胡子老师已经站在我身后等我了。 于是我便故意贴慢一些， 因为心里实在是非常害怕。 不过即使再贴怎么慢，终究还是需要演讲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于贴好了。 胡子老师马上便走过来，叫我立刻开始。 这个死胡子老师，连我呼吸的时间都没有， 就要我开始了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事未完成。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-5147918574183524890?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5147918574183524890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5147918574183524890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5147918574183524890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5147918574183524890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_16.html' title='失败的作业'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-8227538618416370189</id><published>2009-12-07T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:05:23.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid school</title><content type='html'>Today morning, as I am taking bus to come to school, there is a big traffic jam. So I arrived late to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at school, I ran to class, hoping that I am not late. As I am on my way to class, I meet some of my classmates. I thought that they are skipping school, so I did not care about them and continue to walk back into class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they noticed me, and they called me up. To be honest, I actually do not know that they are my classmates for today's lesson, because I am really confused. I have 4 different days all in 4 different classes, and I get very confused too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me that the classroom did not have anyone, and they told me that it is lab lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I am shocked. The reason is because neither our teachers nor the announcements had inform me that there is lab today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I followed them to the lab. It is true. There really is lab. The teacher do not let us in of course, because we do not have our lab coats with us. Moreover, I do not even know that there is lab today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher want us to go to the bookshop to buy a "wet market" lab coat. (No lunch for today anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I am thinking of skipping school. But just as I am trying to tell the group of classmates, they already buy that "wet market" costume for me. I have no choice, so I have to wear that lab coat, and go into lab, and get laughed by other classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for today's test after school, I would have gone out of this school. I do not have any money to eat lunch anymore, as I have to pay for the girl who buy this "wet market" lab coat for me.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-8227538618416370189?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/8227538618416370189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=8227538618416370189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8227538618416370189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8227538618416370189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid-school.html' title='Stupid school'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-1168211735165792190</id><published>2009-12-06T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:59:41.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.garminasus.com/garmin/cms/site/home/lang/en_SG/welcome'/><title type='text'>Why you want the Garmin-Asus G60 or M20?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;G60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sxys_JK0OnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PnRpYBtb8cA/s1600-h/nuvifone-g60-asus-phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412391052985514610" style="DISPLAY: block; 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(10 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the SDS PAGE is to separate proteins according to their size.&lt;br /&gt;In order to prepare the SDS PAGE, we must firstly add the protein into the SDS using the pipette. The SDS solution is also known as Sodium dodecyl sulfate for its full name. Its function is to make the secondary or teritary structure of the protein to primary structure, and it becomes a linear strand. After putting into the SDS, the protein will be covered with many negative charges. The reason is because before it gets break down into primary structure, it has positive and negative charges. After soaking into the SDS, it becomes negative charges.&lt;br /&gt;After the protein is being inserted into the well, the electric charges will flow through it by opening the switch. The proteins will flow from the negative electrode to the positive electrode. The reason is because the proteins have strong negativity, and it will therefore get attracted to the positive sides.&lt;br /&gt;After some time, the proteins with different sizes will get stuck at the different locations, therefore we are able to determine the size of it, and telling which is larger and which is smaller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-5598844737323475061?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5598844737323475061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5598844737323475061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>（一）邓艾破蜀，遣人赴洛阳报捷，修书司马昭：“今可封刘禅为扶风王，赐以资财，供其左右，以显归命之宠。”司马昭览毕，深疑邓艾有自专之心，乃发手书告知：“此事须候奏报，不可辄行。”邓艾忿忿回书：“吾既奉诏专征，当权宜行事，如何阻挡？”司马昭不悦，用计杀邓艾。　　“无规矩不成方圆”，该你干的事你去干，不该你干的事就别去干，有些事最好想都不要想，中国人就认这个理。可怜邓艾一介武夫，不懂这个道理，居然把司马昭的“奉诏专征”当成回事，居大功而不得善终。　　宋朝有个叫曹彬的将军，能征善战。有一次奉命攻城，敌兵将败，曹彬却突然下令停止进攻，诸将不解。他的意思是：之前圣上屡攻此城而不下，我等今日一举拿下，岂不是自己找死。于是，曹彬上奏，皇帝御驾亲征，结果顷刻破城，万民欢腾，龙颜大悦。　　曹彬没有邓艾的功勋大，可他的结果比邓艾好多了，因为他懂规矩。（二）曹操攻徐州，俘吕布。吕布献媚：“布今愿降明公，公为大将，布副之，何愁天下不定？”时刘备在侧，吕布哀求：“公为座上客，布为阶下囚，何不发一言而相救乎？”吕布军中大将张辽怒斥：“吕布匹夫，大丈夫死则死耳，何惧之有。”　　自古以来流传着两句话，“知遇之恩”和“士为知己者死”，可见要想遇一个英明的主子是多么的不易。张辽是个视死如归的汉子，却跟了吕布这么一个贪生怕死的家伙，连死都没有骨气(张辽最后并没被杀，曹操感其人品，收为大将)。　　汉文帝时，晁错忠心耿耿，怀才抱负，堪称一代贤臣，而当吴楚七国向朝廷发难之时，汉文帝却把他给卖了。五代十国，当北汉大将杨继业正与宋军苦战，他的主子北汉王却怀揣着宋朝的官印，前来劝他投降。　　我们有着太多“不遇”的悲哀。所以我们把“知遇”当成了一种奢求，一旦得遇明主，便要肝脑涂地，甚至以死相报。　　一页页史书翻过，我一声声叹息。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-1506196266407592722?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老爷翰苑蜚声，素羨风流太守；贱妾平康献媚，自惭窈窕佳人。　　明 陈汝元《金莲记·湖赏》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有欲私其仆妇者，仆固黠，令其妻献媚勾引，而终不一任缱绻，主急甚。　　清 采蘅子《虫鸣漫录》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;卷二她不想用鲜花向主人献媚，遍身披上刺刀。　　流沙河《草木篇》诗&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-2443938906227169391?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2443938906227169391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2443938906227169391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2443938906227169391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407509908595635442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SwtVnJU_dPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/1qzbX8spyDw/s400/lac-operon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lac-operon consists of a operator, gene Z, gene Y, and Gene A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repressor protein will be able to bind onto the operator side. After binding onto the operator side, the RNA polymerase will not be able to proceed to read the DNA, and therefore, the DNA will not be transcripted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for the RNA polymerase to be able to transcript the DNA, the lactose will bind onto the repressor, and therefore changing the shape of the repressor, and it will no longer be able to fit onto the operator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the RNA polymerase is able to proceed into transcripting the DNA without any obstacle blocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After transcription, it will form mRNA, and then it will form protein. The gene A codes for beta-galactosidase, which is able to break down lactose to form glucose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-2764969562893447347?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2764969562893447347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2764969562893447347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2764969562893447347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2764969562893447347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/11/operon.html' title='operon'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SwtVnJU_dPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/1qzbX8spyDw/s72-c/lac-operon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2725778933790447527</id><published>2009-11-16T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:48:29.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCB Quiz problem 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="{4FDDFA24-F97B-42A6-A50C-FC90DF8BD4F8}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following reaction involving the breakdown of sugar A occurs in a bacterial cell. The gene that codes for the enzyme is part of an operon.&lt;br /&gt;In an experiment, some of the bacterial cells were cultured in three flasks with 100 mg/ml of sugar A added. In flasks 1 and 2, compounds L and M were added respectively. Nothing was added to flask 3. The following results were obtained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentration of B (mg/ml)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flask 1&lt;br /&gt;Flask 2&lt;br /&gt;Flask 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addition of…&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;(nothing)&lt;br /&gt;At 0 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;At 40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;98&lt;br /&gt;At 80 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;201&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;100&lt;br /&gt;At 120 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Which of the compounds (L or M) might be a gene repressor? Explain your answer. (5 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. The reason is because the function of the repressor is to stop the DNA from getting transcripted. If the concentration of the B is very less, this means that there are very less proteins present inside the cell, and this could be due to the large amount of repressor. The reason is because large amount of repressor will slow down the transcription process. The DNA will be transcripted to produce the enzymes, and therefore the sugar will be able to break down. Lesser amount of B means that there are also not enough amount of enzymes for breaking, and this shows that the transcription process is being slowed down by the repressor, therefore the translation process is also being slowed down, therefore, the proteins being produced are also lesser, therefore, the amount of B is less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)    Suggest with explanations what compound L might be. (5 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compound L increases the production of the B, therefore, it could be the enzyme that breaks down the sugar A.&lt;br /&gt;It can also be a inductor which is able to bind with the repressor, and therefore preventing the repressor from binding onto the operator of the DNA, and therefore, it is able to go through more transcription, and therefore going through more translation, and then, it will be able to produce more enzymes that is able to break down the sugar A into B and C, and therefore, the concentration of B increases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-2725778933790447527?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2725778933790447527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2074309130939248538</id><published>2009-11-16T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:18:33.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='成语故事'/><title type='text'>爱不释手（喜爱到极点而不舍得放手。形容非常喜欢。）</title><content type='html'>从前有一个读书人，他非常喜欢苏东坡的诗作， 每当抄录到苏东坡的一首诗，便反复吟咏， 爱不释手。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天， 他到西湖游玩，偶然间发现一块石壁上面刻有一首诗，题款人是“苏东”。 这一发现， 他高兴得像拾到宝一样，虽然题款的名字少了一个“坡”字，他肯定只是刻石的人漏刻罢了，一定是苏东坡的诗作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他即刻拿出笔墨纸砚， 把这首诗抄录下来，然后坐在西湖边的石椅上摇头摆脑地吟咏，越吟咏越觉得有味道，越肯定它是苏东坡的作品。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一个游人看见他这样入迷，便开口向他借来看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“不！不行！”他生怕那游人来抢， 把手抄本捏得更紧，“我只能念给你听！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当他把这首诗念完后，游人忽然哈哈大笑， 说道：“你虽然对苏东坡的诗作爱不释手， 但也要分清楚是不是苏东坡的作品啊！ 告诉你吧， 我叫苏东， 和苏东坡一点关系也没有，这首诗是我十年前游西湖时刻的！”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='爱不释手（喜爱到极点而不舍得放手。形容非常喜欢。）'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-921163365069775830</id><published>2009-11-15T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:19:00.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Project</title><content type='html'>最近我的学校有一个project。这个project非常重要。如果我们没做的话，就不能毕业了， 可见得他有多么重要。 这个project是需要先在电脑上做，然后再打印出来。打印出来后不是只要交给老师就大功告成了，它还有一个更可怕的一关，就是演讲！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我向来是一个安静又不擅于演讲的人。可是， 这个project却要我在老师的面前演讲，而且不是一个老师，而是三个！面对一个老师我就已经紧张得连屎尿都流出来了， 可是却要在三个老师面前演讲啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且， 我连准备都还没准备好， 都还没开始做，而且又要在这五天内赶着做。其实这个project是所有的二年级学生都必须做的。演讲的阶段一共分成三天，三天里一共分成三批人。而我却偏偏是第一批的“幸运儿”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我希望我的这个project能够成功地渡过， 那么我就能不用再愁这一关了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-921163365069775830?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/921163365069775830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=921163365069775830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/921163365069775830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/921163365069775830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/11/school-project.html' title='School Project'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2751223476039663203</id><published>2009-11-11T23:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:42:30.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RP negative attitude</title><content type='html'>In RP, however, everyone will always skip lessons whenever they face difficult problems. I do not like people who are like that. The reason is because they do not consider what other people or what other teammates are facing. If the problem is difficult, that does not means that other teammates do not face the same difficulty. If they just skip lesson like that, this will only let the other teammates facing a more difficult situation. For those people who skip lesson halfway, I think the teachers should give them as F, so that this will teaches them a lesson. With more people, I think that there will be more brains working, there will be more helping hands around for help. Even if the teammates does not do anything as a team, at least he is still able to help out in doing some research or doing the powerpoint slides. Aman who works alone, dies alone. Therefore, in order to do things, it will always be better to have more people helping us. So that whenever we make some mistakes, the other person who knows it better will also correct us, and tell us the correct answer. With more people, we can also exchange the information that we know, or the research that we found out. The reason is because different people will know different things. Like for example, person A knows chemistry very well, person B knows physics very well, and person C knows Biology very well. Together, they are able to provide the information that they know to ech other, and exchange information, and teach each other. In this case, everyone is able to learn something new in the end of the day.Actually, I think students should not skip lessons. If they abandon the other teammates, the teammates can still join the other team for the problem. But the ones who skip, they will not be able to learn new things in the end, because the reason why we come to school is to learn new things. If we do not learn new things, we have no reason of coming to school. If the classmates do not wish to come to school, I think that they should just quit school, because there is no reason for them to come to school and not learn anything.Therefore a good teamwork is very important. When we work hard together, and make a good presentation, we are able to help each other in getting good grades too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-2751223476039663203?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2751223476039663203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2751223476039663203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2751223476039663203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2751223476039663203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/11/rp-negative-attitude.html' title='RP negative attitude'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-8785775461963827488</id><published>2009-11-11T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:54:30.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>马来人的无情</title><content type='html'>很久以前， 我的父亲在一间工厂工作。他当时为了赚多一点钱， 便加了夜班。而他第一次加夜班时， 有好几位马来人也在工厂里， 只有我父亲一个华人。另一天早上，有贵重的东西不见了。他们一起联合起来说看见我的父亲偷那个东西。最后丢了饭碗。&lt;br /&gt;你们说我身为他的家人，听见了能不气吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我的班上， 有一个中国学生。他几乎每天都被同班的马来学生欺负。他们取笑他， 作弄他， 推他， 打他。身为华人的我能不气吗？ 如果你们是在新加坡或是在马来西亚， 这种种族之战很普通。虽人不是公开示意，可是却感受得到种族对彼此的不满。 况且，我们华人没有做什么伤天害理的事。事发者通通都是由马来人先开始。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-8785775461963827488?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/8785775461963827488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=8785775461963827488&amp;isPopup=true' title='234 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8785775461963827488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8785775461963827488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='马来人的无情'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>234</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-383105057409907276</id><published>2009-11-10T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:46:48.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCB problem 6 quiz</title><content type='html'>1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="{029450FC-57B0-4C8E-BAFA-E73BFC1547BE}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)    A normal cell with no genetic defects was exposed to large amounts of a DNA-damaging chemical (chemical X) for 5 minutes. After a few hours, the cell died. Based on what you had learnt today, account for the death of the cell. (5 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)   Some environmental pollutants (e.g. cigarette smoke) can cause adducts to form on DNA. These are organic molecules that bind to DNA, causing a bulge in the molecule. Suggest how these adducts can interfere with cell replication. (5 marks)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) The reason why the cell will die is because the DNA has been denatured. In today's lesson, we learned that there can be many possible ways of DNA denaturing. Firstly, it could be due to a foreign molecule attaching to the bases, and not allowing the DNA polymerase or helicase to pass through the DNA for transcription or for replication. Secondly, it could be that there is a cross link, which causes pyrimidine dimers to occur. These cross link can be caused by the UV rays emitting photons to the DNA. When this occurs, the sugar-phosphate backbone will also get distorted too. In this case, it is able to repair when the photolyase are able to remove the pyrimidine dimers. Thirdly, it will cause the sugar-phosphate backbone to break. In this case, the DNA ligase IV is able to join the sugar-phosphate backbone back. Forthly, it is the Base mismatch. The DNA glycosylase can recognize the mismatch base site and remove its base. Then, the endonuclease removes neighboring nucleotides, and the gap is filled by DNA polymerase I and DNA ligase.&lt;br /&gt;The death of the cells could be due to the fact that the cell do not have enough immunity. Like for example maybe it does not have enough of the repairing mechanism. Like for example, in the problem statement, we could see that the one with a lack of DNA ligase IV cannot survive very long. Therefore, it does not have the ability to do faster repairing. Also, the damage rate is more than the repair rate, therefore, the rate of survival will keep dropping.&lt;br /&gt;b) In cell replication, helicase will firstly go through the DNA, and it will split the double strand into a single strand, and therefore it will start reading a single strand coding, and therefore it will then replicate mRNA. In order to replicate mRNA, the helicase needs to go though the DNA, and with the molecule obstructing the pathway, the helicase might not be able to split the double strand.&lt;br /&gt;Also, in the replication process, where the DNA will replicate from a single strand to a double strand by the DNA polymerase III. The DNA Polymerase III will not be able to read the complete sequence of the DNA, and with the molecule obstructing the reading, it will not be able to go on to complete the full strand coding, therefore the DNA sequence will not be complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-383105057409907276?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/383105057409907276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=383105057409907276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/383105057409907276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/383105057409907276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/11/mcb-problem-6-quiz.html' title='MCB problem 6 quiz'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-3712822803977424389</id><published>2009-11-09T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:22:23.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immunology'/><title type='text'>MHC</title><content type='html'>a) In the MHC Class I, the antigenic proteins which enters the Antigen Presenting Cell will firstly undergo degradation by a protein called protease. After degrading, it will be transported by TAP, and then the antigenic peptide will be loaded onto the Class I MHC Molecule. The MHC then move to the cell surface and display the antigenic peptide. The T killer cell bind onto the MHC molecule, and the killer T cell will then be activated, and then it will be able to kill the infectious foreign particles directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) In the MHC Class II, when the antigens enter the Antigen Presenting Cell, phagosomes are formed, and the phagosomes containing the antigens are merged with the lysosome. Then, the MHC class II molecules migrate into the phagolysosome where the antigen is being degraded, and the invariant chain is removed for peptide binding. The Class II MHC molecule then moves to the cell surface, and present the antigenic peptide to the helper T-cell, and it will help to activate immune cells to fight against the foreign infectious particles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-3712822803977424389?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/3712822803977424389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=3712822803977424389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3712822803977424389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3712822803977424389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/11/mhc.html' title='MHC'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2889758727056801229</id><published>2009-11-04T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:38:15.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCB'/><title type='text'>DNA Folding (School revision)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SvJUjJRqu8I/AAAAAAAAAfM/gb_fh4UT0BM/s1600-h/DNA+folding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400471865932823490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SvJUjJRqu8I/AAAAAAAAAfM/gb_fh4UT0BM/s400/DNA+folding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SvJUckW3MlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/lKofZJJ2qjg/s1600-h/DNA-Marina-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400471752943284818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SvJUckW3MlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/lKofZJJ2qjg/s400/DNA-Marina-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1) Firstly, the long strand double helix DNA coil a few rounds around the octomer histones. The octomer histones are positively charged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) In order to stabilise the DNA being uncoiled from the octomer histone, another protein called the H1 histone will attached onto the DNA and the octomer like a scotch tape, to stabilise it. The ending product is called nucleosome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) DNA continued to form more and more nucleosomes. After that, these nucleosomes in a long chain will coil itself like a spring shape. It will then be known as solenoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) The solenoid then attach to another protein called scaffold to form loops. That is called the loop solenoid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) It then made up into chromosomes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WARNING: Information may be incorrect. If there are any incorrect information, or anything more to add, please give comments. )&lt;br /&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/4757035783842375835-2889758727056801229?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2889758727056801229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2889758727056801229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2889758727056801229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2889758727056801229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/11/dna-folding-school-revision.html' title='DNA Folding (School revision)'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SvJUjJRqu8I/AAAAAAAAAfM/gb_fh4UT0BM/s72-c/DNA+folding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5548223363538202119</id><published>2009-11-02T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:56:21.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCB'/><title type='text'>DNA Replication (MCB school revision)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su_huSIDNmI/AAAAAAAAAe8/bDvWPnwH96g/s1600-h/replication_v3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399782663496349282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su_huSIDNmI/AAAAAAAAAe8/bDvWPnwH96g/s400/replication_v3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okazaki fragment -  short fragment of DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helicase -  separates the double strand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single-strand binding protein – prevents single strand coiling back to original shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNA Polymerase synthesize only 5’ to 3’. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5’ to 3’ (direction of DNA polymerase) = Leading strand (3’ to 5’ old strand, 5’ to 3’ new strand, direction towards helicase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5’ to 3’ (direction of DNA polymerase) = Lagging strand (5’ to 3’ old strand, 3’ to 5’ new strand, direction away from helicase) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading strand – &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) RNA Primase -  attach a RNA Primer onto the strand&lt;br /&gt;2) DNA Polymerase 3 -  adds deoxyribonucleotides to synthesize the new complementary strands of DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagging Strand –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) RNA Primase – attaches a RNA Primer&lt;br /&gt;2) DNA Polymerase III - adds deoxyribonucleotides&lt;br /&gt;3) DNA Polymerase I – removes the RNA and replace it with DNA&lt;br /&gt;4) DNA ligase – Forms phosphodiester bonds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-5548223363538202119?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5548223363538202119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5548223363538202119&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5548223363538202119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5548223363538202119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/11/dna-replication-mcb-school-revision.html' title='DNA Replication (MCB school revision)'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su_huSIDNmI/AAAAAAAAAe8/bDvWPnwH96g/s72-c/replication_v3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-1323618604050490105</id><published>2009-11-02T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:41:40.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCB'/><title type='text'>Molecular and Cell Biology (School revision) - Transcription and translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-xw6DJGnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/SiBbJ52qkkc/s1600-h/translation.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399729932014787186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-xw6DJGnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/SiBbJ52qkkc/s400/translation.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-xW13graI/AAAAAAAAAes/Ggy_EZWb1oM/s1600-h/transcription.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399729484215659938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-xW13graI/AAAAAAAAAes/Ggy_EZWb1oM/s400/transcription.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to undergo the central dogma, the DNA has to undergo transcription and translation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In transcription, the RNA Polymerase splits the double strand into a single strand. The RNA Polymerase will then bring the nucleotides, and then the nucleotides will firstly find the start codon. After finding the start codon, the RNA Polymerase will then begin to bind the nucleotides to form a single strand. As the RNA Polymerase moves along to form a longer RNA strand, the front part of the mRNA will detached from the single strand, and after the RNA Polymerase reaches the stop codon, the mRNA strand will be formed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mRNA strand will then move out of the nucleus to the cytoplasm, and then translation will occur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For translation, firstly, the ribosome will bind onto the mRNA strand, and then it will also find the start codon. After it found the start codon AUG, it will then start to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it moves along, the tRNA with the anti-codon on the other side will then bind onto the codon. On the other end, it has the amino acid. As the ribosome moves along, there will be more tRNA binding onto the codon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the ribosome moves along, the tRNA on the front part will started to detached with the mRNA strand, and leaving behind the amino acid. The ribosome will also help to form the peptite bond of the amino acid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the ribosome reaches the end codon, the amino acid will then be formed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to form protein, there will be more amino acids formed, which will then made up proteins.&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/4757035783842375835-1323618604050490105?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/1323618604050490105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=1323618604050490105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/1323618604050490105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/1323618604050490105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/11/molecular-and-cell-biology-school.html' title='Molecular and Cell Biology (School revision) - Transcription and translation'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-xw6DJGnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/SiBbJ52qkkc/s72-c/translation.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2833229381686648100</id><published>2009-11-02T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:22:59.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immunology'/><title type='text'>Immunology - Complement System C1 to C9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-tsfye9KI/AAAAAAAAAek/sBLo7yRQ2oc/s1600-h/Complement_pathway_NIHPublicDomain-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399725458199606434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-tsfye9KI/AAAAAAAAAek/sBLo7yRQ2oc/s400/Complement_pathway_NIHPublicDomain-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-tQ1e9QZI/AAAAAAAAAec/H4aDczsCjos/s1600-h/Imm%25202-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399724982986949010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-tQ1e9QZI/AAAAAAAAAec/H4aDczsCjos/s400/Imm%25202-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Complement System, there are different types of proteins in the complement system. These proteins are named from C1 to C9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, the antibody will bind onto the infectious particle. After that, C1 will attached onto the antibody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After attaching onto the antibody, C1 will then be activated, and then it will split to form C2a and C4b fragments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When these 2 fragments joined together, it will then form the C3 convertase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C3 convertase is able to cleave C3 into C3a and C3b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C3a is able to cleave C5 into C5a and C5b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C5b, C6, C7, C8, and C9 are able to attach itself onto the infectious cell membrane, and therefore opening a hole on the membrane, and allowing the infectious cell content to lysate, and it leads to self-destruct. This process is known as MAC, which is known as Membrane Attacking Complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C3b is able to attach itself to the infectious cell, and therefore it will help in opsonisation, and it will then undergo phagocytosis.&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/4757035783842375835-2833229381686648100?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2833229381686648100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2833229381686648100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2833229381686648100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2833229381686648100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/11/immunology-complement-system-c1-to-c9.html' title='Immunology - Complement System C1 to C9'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-tsfye9KI/AAAAAAAAAek/sBLo7yRQ2oc/s72-c/Complement_pathway_NIHPublicDomain-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-6590393350980276032</id><published>2009-11-02T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:05:17.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immunology'/><title type='text'>Clonal Selection (School Revision) Immunology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-m9Qhp3BI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sI51vM474pM/s1600-h/ClonalSelection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718049578867730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-m9Qhp3BI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sI51vM474pM/s400/ClonalSelection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clonal Selection is the process of forming new antibodies. When there is a new antigen(foreign infectious particles) invading our body, it will trigger the immune system. The T-cell will then activate the B-cell. After the B-cells are being activated, it will start to undergo a few cell divisions. After going through many cell divisions, it will form many memory cells and plasma cells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The functions of the memory cell is to store the information of the specific antibody that has the immunity against the new antigens. If there are memory cells, the immune system will then be able to produce the specific antibody that has immunity to the new antigens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The functions of the plasma cells is to produce antibodies to fight against the new foreign antigens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we recovered from the disease, the memory cell still remains in our body. Therefore if we infected the same disease again, we still have the memory cell which are present in our body, therefore, the plasma cell will produce the same antibody to fight against the disease. Therefore we can have immunity on the second time we infected the same disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-6590393350980276032?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/6590393350980276032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=6590393350980276032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6590393350980276032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6590393350980276032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/11/clonal-selection-school-revision.html' title='Clonal Selection (School Revision) Immunology'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Su-m9Qhp3BI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sI51vM474pM/s72-c/ClonalSelection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-383493712477509155</id><published>2009-10-03T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:29:15.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>School is going to reopen soon   :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SseJ2rHI7PI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OUjKqZyrGsU/s1600-h/Doraemon_family.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388427051550698738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SseJ2rHI7PI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OUjKqZyrGsU/s400/Doraemon_family.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is going to reopen on monday. I do not know how will my classmates going to be like. I do not even know which class I am in. It is not fair! Every other friends already know which class they are in, but for me, they did not upload on the net for me to check. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so scared what my new class will be like. I do not want to have a class like last year, where there are people I really hate, and there are people bullying me, as well us few others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I really hate school. I just hope school can quickly end soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although there are still another one and a half year left, but it really feels longer than it seems. Oh god! Please let time pass faster! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-383493712477509155?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/383493712477509155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=383493712477509155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/383493712477509155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/383493712477509155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-is-going-to-reopen-soon.html' title='School is going to reopen soon   :('/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SseJ2rHI7PI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OUjKqZyrGsU/s72-c/Doraemon_family.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-9202172144117773798</id><published>2009-08-18T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:46:14.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Last day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SopqT1aK9qI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4Mg6NVYhDSc/s1600-h/250px-SeverusSnape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371222394579646114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SopqT1aK9qI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4Mg6NVYhDSc/s400/250px-SeverusSnape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not been writing my blog for a very very long time. I am very sorry about that. I know you all have been missing me. After a long time for not writing blog, surely everyone would have stop visiting my blog because I have not been making posts for too long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is August 18 2009. Today is our last day of school. I am a little happy, and a little sad too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy because I really hate my current school. I am more than happy to be able to have holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am sad too because my current classmates are really nice people compared to my previous classes. In previous classes I do not feel really sad being separated, but I felt this way in this class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never ever had such a wonderful classmates like this class. In the previous class, there are a lot of gangsters who always pick on me, as well as other classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I am still as quiet as usual, but in this class my classmates are very nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope that I can have a class like this, and I also hope that there can be more girls in my next semester class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-9202172144117773798?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/9202172144117773798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=9202172144117773798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/9202172144117773798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/9202172144117773798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of School'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SopqT1aK9qI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4Mg6NVYhDSc/s72-c/250px-SeverusSnape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-6892564834252644456</id><published>2009-06-29T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:33:33.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Michael Jackson - King of Pop Memorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjzNliWEMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/eZwyp8Q_KjE/s1600-h/michael-jackson-wallpaper4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352795571869847746" style="DISPLAY: block; 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WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjxYIxwDaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/2exFohxjqdk/s400/Michael_jackson_bad_cd_cover_1987_cdda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjxR9y1PSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/k427NQ6dugA/s1600-h/Michael_Jackson_-_Another_Part_Of_Me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352793448077671714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjxR9y1PSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/k427NQ6dugA/s400/Michael_Jackson_-_Another_Part_Of_Me3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjxKPXotuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/iMfuQtCRTuY/s1600-h/michael_jackson_1364225c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352793315356489442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjxKPXotuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/iMfuQtCRTuY/s400/michael_jackson_1364225c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjxDTi1gTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/b5g8cyV6ntQ/s1600-h/michael_jackson_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352793196218122546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjxDTi1gTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/b5g8cyV6ntQ/s400/michael_jackson_300x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Skjw7QYGDAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6-vyoFvwL7w/s1600-h/michael_jackson_1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352793057928809474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Skjw7QYGDAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6-vyoFvwL7w/s400/michael_jackson_1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjwwT9jRdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/-OrMVxg6r7g/s1600-h/michael_jackson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352792869912659410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjwwT9jRdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/-OrMVxg6r7g/s400/michael_jackson2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Skjwpcq0MlI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5GPQo3nHrnc/s1600-h/michael_jackson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352792751990911570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Skjwpcq0MlI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5GPQo3nHrnc/s400/michael_jackson1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjwYRXyXUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/W66BlMVFK2M/s1600-h/E_MichaelJacksonIntro_325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352792456900533570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjwYRXyXUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/W66BlMVFK2M/s400/E_MichaelJacksonIntro_325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjwFIbqArI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YocdHzdf63A/s1600-h/20090208MJCA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352792128083329714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjwFIbqArI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YocdHzdf63A/s400/20090208MJCA1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Skjv46CELbI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Cf5SndKKEow/s1600-h/039_30399michael-jackson-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352791918059466162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Skjv46CELbI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Cf5SndKKEow/s400/039_30399michael-jackson-posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjvxhDcuLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/b2CwC4_BCsk/s1600-h/michaeljackson2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352791791095298226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjvxhDcuLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/b2CwC4_BCsk/s400/michaeljackson2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjvoPbMPtI/AAAAAAAAAas/uMa17bKW-Io/s1600-h/michaeljackson-gal-before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352791631744220882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjvoPbMPtI/AAAAAAAAAas/uMa17bKW-Io/s400/michaeljackson-gal-before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Skjvbb1rdNI/AAAAAAAAAak/SO4ws3o3dJI/s1600-h/michael_jackson_young_0_0_0x0_400x366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352791411738244306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Skjvbb1rdNI/AAAAAAAAAak/SO4ws3o3dJI/s400/michael_jackson_young_0_0_0x0_400x366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not written my blog for quite a long time. The reason is because I am quite busy recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days ago, there is a shocking news. The king of pop Michael Jackson has died. When I first hear this, I feel very sad. The reason is because I like Michael Jackson, and I feel that he is a natural talent in dance and music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has contributed a lot towards music and pop. Dance moves like moonwalk is one of his famous moves, and even now people all learned his moves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although he died at 50, but what he had contributed to this world is more than what others can achieve in their entire life. He has really contributed a lot to this world. He has also done a lot of charity work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His contributions shall be remembered forever in everyone's mind, and everyone will remember him and his contributions to this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACPsfcsg4ZE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACPsfcsg4ZE&lt;/a&gt; - Michael Jackson - Bad (MTV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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&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/4757035783842375835-6892564834252644456?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/6892564834252644456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=6892564834252644456&amp;isPopup=true' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6892564834252644456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6892564834252644456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-king-of-pop-memorial.html' title='Michael Jackson - King of Pop Memorial'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SkjzNliWEMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/eZwyp8Q_KjE/s72-c/michael-jackson-wallpaper4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-4134065683160341710</id><published>2009-06-06T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:16:45.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Mona Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sioz4xGtoeI/AAAAAAAAAac/22fd2b544rQ/s1600-h/mona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344140958175699426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sioz4xGtoeI/AAAAAAAAAac/22fd2b544rQ/s400/mona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4757035783842375835-4134065683160341710?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/4134065683160341710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=4134065683160341710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4134065683160341710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4134065683160341710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/06/mona-lisa.html' title='Mona Lisa'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sioz4xGtoeI/AAAAAAAAAac/22fd2b544rQ/s72-c/mona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5183779554549698995</id><published>2009-06-06T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:07:35.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>轿子</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SioxxBDoH0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/5xlmIGdDt3Q/s1600-h/%E8%BD%BF%E5%AD%90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344138625995513666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SioxxBDoH0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/5xlmIGdDt3Q/s400/%E8%BD%BF%E5%AD%90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4757035783842375835-5183779554549698995?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5183779554549698995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5183779554549698995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5183779554549698995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5183779554549698995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='轿子'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SioxxBDoH0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/5xlmIGdDt3Q/s72-c/%E8%BD%BF%E5%AD%90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2984949864381157227</id><published>2009-05-30T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:14:28.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Holidays!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha...finally!!!! It is holidays!!!! I am so happy. I have to wake up so early in the morning, and take the stupid bus, and travels for about an hour, and to go to that school and sitting at that boring classroom and almost half asleep, and sittting there for about 8 hours, and sometimes I even have to stay in school till 6pm to finish all my assignments, and when I reach home, it is already 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School days are always boring. Sometimes when I look at the question, and I think for almost half a day, I still could not solve it. Because of my super lousy english, Sometimes what teachers said, and sometimes what classmates teach me, I am still very confused. But if I still said that I do not understand, maybe they will get very pissed off and very angry. Ido not want them to get angry, and thinks that I am a stupid person, or whatever comes to their mind. So I said that I have understood, and still, trying to figure out what it really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers always confuses me more. Because teachers have super good english standard, and they always confuses me more. I am good at my second language and my main language, and I am very weak at english. I hate studying english, but I have no choice. As english is a international language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I learn english, I think of british, and then I begin to hate british. If british do not become strong, and conquer almost the entire world, we do not hav to learn english anymore. During world war 2, our country is very very useless. If not maybe we can have our own choice of languages, and we do not have to speak even a single english word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chinese. I even had a dream of writing a chinese novel. This dream had been gone at secondary 4 as I think that it is almost impossible, and it is better to face reality. But when I am in College, I meet a few foreign friends, and they told me that their dream is also writing novel, and they had been writing several novels, but they did not publish out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not born in china, but I have always love chinese martial arts novels and the story of it, and as well as the TV shows. My dream is to write one of those novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I would want to write those novels is because when I am free, I always love to day dream about all these stuffs. Because our family is poor, we could hardly have any entertainment in our house. I always admire those people who have computers and TV games at that time. But in our house, we do not have anything at home at all. Luckily we still have TV at home. Other than TV, nothing else at home. After watching TV, I somehow get some inspiration there, and started imagining many things. Slowly, it developed into a story in my mind. Since my chinese compositions is also very good in class, so that is why I decided to write chinese novels. I also imagined a character in my mind, and imagining the character is me. This character had been always in my mind, and walk through with me in my childhood. Writing this novels will make me feel that my childhood is not a waste, and also remind me of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether I will succeed in writing it. I have done a few plannings about the story, but I have not yet started writing them. I have not touched chinese for years, and I am afraid that if I do not start now, my chinese will get weaker and weaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the chinese martial arts novels content, I feel that their chinese standards are far too high. It is not that I cannot understand, but it is the way they expressed it. It is very good, and I could tell that their chinese level is very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never be their match, and most chinese novelist are from china, and they definitely has very good chinese. I am not from china, and I am not born in china. I am very scared that my chinese skills does not meet the requirement. Afterall, my chinese is not the highest in school or whatever. I do not know what I should do now. Should I go after my dreams of writing chinese novels, or just step onto reality path?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-2984949864381157227?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2984949864381157227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2984949864381157227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2984949864381157227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2984949864381157227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/05/holidays.html' title='Holidays!!!!!!'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-1504076638576642791</id><published>2009-05-20T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:05:27.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>放学</title><content type='html'>我今天是第一次以华语来写博客。我只想试试我的华语水准。我已经有两年没接触华语了，我怕我的华语水准会慢慢地退步，慢慢地被淡忘。:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下课了。我踏出了这个又闷又冷的课室，并朝校门走去。我们的校园实在是非常大，从课室走到校门也必须花上好几分钟。虽然课室和校门的距离是在同一间校园里，感觉上我仿佛得走上几公里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个学校像个冰库，冷得要命。我冷得身体都一直在发抖了，快被冻僵了。 可是还是撑着最后一口气，走向校门。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于抵达校门了。我推开了校门，踏出了校园。 我，又从获自由了。 阳光照在了我冰冷的身体，给了我温暖。我仿佛投入了大自然的怀抱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我朝巴士站走去，看见了好多活跃的学生们高高兴兴地走向了巴士和火车总站。多数学生都是和朋友一起成群走回家，唯有我是自己一人。虽然是自己一人，可是我并不寂寞, 反而觉得好自由。如果有人伴随我一起走，也许就没有那么自由了，因为我们不能随心所欲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了巴士站，我坐在巴士站的一个长椅的空位上，等着巴士的到来。终于, 第一辆巴士来了。那辆巴士里头非常拥挤， 不过一些急着想回家的学生们还是拼命地挤上了巴士。我的时间不急，所以我便继续等着另外一辆巴士。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几分钟后，另一辆巴士终于来了。这辆巴士里头只有少过十个人，并不拥挤，我于是便上了这辆巴士。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了巴士总站，我必须换另外一辆巴士才能到我家。我走到了我要踏的巴士的号码，等着那辆能走到我家附近的巴士，并在排队站等着那辆巴士的到来。不过这个号码的巴士有非常多人在排队。有时候过了三四辆巴士了都还轮不到我们上巴士。所以我通常不排队，不过我也不插队。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那辆巴士来了，我走到了巴士入口的门旁等着上车。这种方法并不算插队，因为当巴士快要满了，有些在排队的人就宁可不上车了。他们宁可等另外一辆巴士，也不愿意一直站着。因为只要等另外一辆巴士，他们就能第一个上到了巴士，所以根本不用担心没位子坐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我的这个方法未必能坐到位子，不过我宁可快点上到巴士，也不要花时间在那里排长龙。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巴士上刚好还有一个靠窗的位子，我于是便坐在那里。巴士必须走上一小时，所以在巴士上，我每次都是看着窗外的风景。 有些人却等不上一小时，便在巴士上睡着了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在遥远的路途上，我望着远处的一片草地，和望着一望无际的蓝天，我幻想着自己走在一个没人的地方，自由自在的。有时却是胡思乱想。 想着想着，时间很快就到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我终于到站了。我下了车，往家的方向走去。到了家门口，我喊着，“我回来了。” 之后，妈妈开门了。我踏进了我那舒畅的家。 还是家的感觉最好了。 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-1504076638576642791?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/1504076638576642791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=1504076638576642791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>An Interesting Dream</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had an interesting dream. In this dream, I am in the world of RPG games. It is not that I have a lot of RPG games to play, but I am in it. I am experiencing RPG game life in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I dream that I am in a journey with my brother, and we are travelling all around. We had 2 spirits travelling with us. They are in the form of animals. We went around and having fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I meet my classmates, and then my brother dismissed me and go back home. So I begin with my journey with them. Then we went into a shop selling chopsticks. The chopsticks are quite beautiful. Suddenly, I see a staff with a toad on top of it. It looks very nice and cool, and I feel like holding this staff for my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that staff is not free. It is the most expensive thing in the shop. I am wearing a jacket at that time, so I hide it into my jacket without being noticed, and I successfully stolen the staff. The staff itself also contain a spirit, known as the toad spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all headed to the most dangerous tournament, where all the strongest fighters gather there. I went there, and I see the girl I like. I still have feelings for her at that time, but actually, not anymore, in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, one guy wanted to challenge me, but I am not joining the tournament. My spirit then asks me to fight, and asks me to press doen all the 3 spirits at the same time with 3 different fingers. They turn into very small at that time, so I do as they said. Then they combined with the staff and turn into a ring, known as the "Ring of the 3 spirits".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they turned into the ring, I am a little disappointed, because I do not know whether the spirits will still return back from the ring or not, as they already turned into ring. That spirit had been together with me for very long throughout, so I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this ring, I am invincible. I managed to defeat everyone in the tournament. Then I take a train returning back home, looking at the ring, hoping my spirits will come out of the ring again, and to continue our journey as usual. Then I awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very interesting dream, and it is the first time I dream I am in a RPG world. I write in this blog so that it remains as a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been dreaming about strange things, but sometimes the dream goes really strange, but I am too stupid and I do not even realised that everything goes strange. I think I finally found the answer why. Actually in dream, we do not think at all. The reason is because when we are sleeping, every parts of our body starts to hibernate. Therefore, when we are dreaming, it only provides an image of our memories and thoughts, and perhaps acting as a flashback of events. But the fact is we do not think at all in dreams. Because our brain is also hibernating. Sometimes I really feel very strange of why some dreams does not even reflect our life at all. Sometimes I dream that I am in a unfamiliar places, and even dream of someone who I have never seen before. Dream comes too strangely. Some people even said that dreams are memories of the before life, and these before life memories just come together with us after we are reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am a researcher, I hope that I can do more research on dreams, and to find out more about it, as sometimes, I am really curious about how dreams really come about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-3965299665284752448?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/3965299665284752448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=3965299665284752448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3965299665284752448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3965299665284752448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-dream.html' title='An Interesting Dream'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5101935384756257318</id><published>2009-05-18T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:02:32.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>The life of unfairness</title><content type='html'>This world is full of unfairness. There are people who are rich, and there are people who are really poor. There are people who live happily, and there are people who live miserably in life. There are people who life in war in their entire life because of the place that they are born in. There are people who is born to be good looking, and there are people born to be not perfect and abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only there are fairness in this world, then I believe that this world would be in total peace. If everything is fair, there will be no rich and poor. Everybody will live happily. There will be no war and no racism, and everybody will not hate each other. Everybody will born to be perfect, and there is no imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only this world is fair, then there will be total happiness in this world. We are living in the world without fairness, and there is no fairness that we are living in if we think really carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does not the god grant us with fairness, and let us live in this world happily, and without any disappointment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-5101935384756257318?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5101935384756257318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5101935384756257318&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5101935384756257318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5101935384756257318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-of-unfairness.html' title='The life of unfairness'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-8270280577725832534</id><published>2009-05-11T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:14:08.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>First Labororatory practical lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SggkjZAOPZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/OxiyDO8m2A0/s1600-h/d-a-i01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334553949046193554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SggkjZAOPZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/OxiyDO8m2A0/s400/d-a-i01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Monday, 11 May, 2009. Today is our first practical lesson. Few days ago, I bought a lab coat. It is for school use. Our school wants us to buy, and they do not want to borrow us. They just want us students to suffer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my teacher said that we had to be in school by 8.30am, instead of usual 9am. So I step out of my house before 7am, and reach there on time. At first I am worry whether I am late or not. Surprisingly, the lab is empty. I see another classmates, so I ask him where are all the classmates. He said that they have not arrived yet, and he said that the class starts at 9.15am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After hearing this, I feel so angry. Angry about teachers, as well as students. After that, with some explanation, then I found out that it is some misunderstanding that someone heard the wrong information. I am a kind person, so I forgive them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the class start, we are all waiting outside the lab. I asked a girl to help me hold my lab coat, and I am going to the toilet for a while. After I came out, she is gone. At that time, I started getting a bit worried. I search for the girl nervously, because I cannot go in if I do not have the lab coat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nervously look for her around. I asked my classmates whether they seen her, but I am so stupid. I forgot her name. I actually forget my own classmate's name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guessed the girl would have already gone in, but I need the lab coat in order to go in. How could she go in first? So I nervously go around and walk around nervously, look around, and yet speechless when people ask me questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am too nervous, I even mistaken another girl as that girl. When I go and ask her, she is confused, because she is the wrong person. She did not hold my lab coat. Classmates ask me where is my lab coat, and yet I am totally speechless. I forget the girl's name, and I could not ask them about the girl. The teacher is inside the classroom and I could not explain to her. I feel very hopeless and useless that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, teacher said that my lab coat is with my classmates, and she allowed me to enter. I feel relieved that teacher let me in, if not I might not know what to say to teacher either, because I forgot her name, and the worst thing is I even mistaken another classmates as her. This is so embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lab lesson is quite interesting. We did about bacterias and stuffs. This is my first time stepping into the lab. But the lesson is quite confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finally submitted my project summary. I am still waiting for reply. Hopefully they can accept my summary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4757035783842375835-8270280577725832534?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/8270280577725832534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=8270280577725832534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8270280577725832534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8270280577725832534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-labororatory-practical-lesson.html' title='First Labororatory practical lesson'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SggkjZAOPZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/OxiyDO8m2A0/s72-c/d-a-i01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-8080440370434633437</id><published>2009-05-05T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:08:34.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>My horrible school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SgE3YmQNjFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6WueuNImDRQ/s1600-h/chefs-meet-scientists-air-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332604329508310098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SgE3YmQNjFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6WueuNImDRQ/s400/chefs-meet-scientists-air-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate my school. Yesterday I tried to apply financial assistance from the school. They give me a form, and I filled them up, and I give it into the school office. When I give it to them, they said that what I give them is not enough. They still require some other documents.I am a little unhappy, but still, I went to prepare the documents, and plan to submit it the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Next day, I have already prepared the documents. I give it to the office once again. The office girl said there is still some missing documents. Today is already the deadline, she ask me to go online to finish all the documents. But I do not wish to complete it anymore. I am feeling very pissed off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This school is trying to make our life so hard. Next week there is a practical lesson. For the science practical lesson, we need a robe for science practical. Until now, I haven buy the robe. The robe is quite expensive. I really do not feel like buying it. Why cannot the school just supply us? The school can just lend us, as we do not wear it everytime, like school uniform. It is just being used for practical. We do not have practical lesson every single day, and I only have 2 more years to graduate. Why this school has to make our life so difficult?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate this school. But there is nothing I can do. I just hope that time passes fast, and quickly complete the 2 years. Then I will be going to the hell army. I heard that people died in army before. I am not afraid that there are going to be ghost there, but I am scared that the hell army is going to be extremely torturing, as there are even soldiers die during training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stupid and miserable life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-8080440370434633437?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/8080440370434633437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=8080440370434633437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8080440370434633437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8080440370434633437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-horrible-school.html' title='My horrible school'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SgE3YmQNjFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6WueuNImDRQ/s72-c/chefs-meet-scientists-air-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-7914516935610959049</id><published>2009-04-30T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:34:19.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>School of Hell</title><content type='html'>This morning, as usual, I go to school. While I am on my way to school, I feel like I am on my way to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am walking into the school gate, I imagined walking into the hell gate. Then I see a very big and very fat guy, who looks like a executioner. Then I see a person carrying a very big bag, which seems like his bag is full of dangerous weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued my way into my class. The teacher will be the judge of hell, and when I step into the class, judgement and punishment awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my life in school is horrible, especially with presentations. I really hate presentations. I rather die to have presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school, the whole class had gone for a talk. The talk is about our project. After hearing the talk, I feel very scared. The project sounds very scary. Not only we are going to write 2000 words, but we cannot copy from websites too,as there is a program to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little worry at this moment. How am I going to survive? Can I pass this project? If I dfail this project, I will not be graduating anymore. It is so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we have to complete certain number of talks before we can graduate. My talk is not completed yet. There is still a very long way to go. I feel very sad. Why does this school has to set all those funny and useless school rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate these stupid rules. This is a stupid school. I hate this school. Life is very unfair. I should not even come to this school at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-7914516935610959049?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/7914516935610959049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=7914516935610959049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7914516935610959049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7914516935610959049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-of-hell.html' title='School of Hell'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5955264897284935659</id><published>2009-04-28T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:33:50.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Lost of talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sfb6b_Gbx9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DHeH_N22eVs/s1600-h/Erika_Sawajiri_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329722567741392850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sfb6b_Gbx9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DHeH_N22eVs/s400/Erika_Sawajiri_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today,we are doing microbiology in school. The reason is because we are doing science course, so everything we do are all science. Today's lesson is quite interesting, because I learned a lot about bacteria, and I have learned how they work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today as usual, I am very quiet. I did not talk within my group. In my team, there are 2 foreign girls, and 2 fatties, one male one female. The most quiet ones is me. They are all talking about the discussions, except me, I am a loner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the second break, I am being given a task to do for my presentation, and I have to find research on it. I am doing about the structure of the bacteria, the shapes of the bacteria, and its functions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am very hardworking i my work,and I focus mainly on the structure of the cell, and I did a lot of efforts in researching it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finding all the researches, I feel very confident of doing my presentation, and hope to show some impression towards the teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I completed everything, my teammate suddenly said that one of my slides is similar to hers, and she wants to do mine. But tht is the slide I am putting most efforts on. If she takes it, I will be left nothing much to say for presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I agreed to let her take the slides. Maybe I am out of my mind to give it to her. I done a lot of preparations on this slides. If I give it to her, all efforts will be gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am just too kind. I actually give it to her. In order not to waste all my efforts, I told her that there are notes below the slides which I have typed out. Those are all the researches I have made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During presentation, she did not say any of my points at all. I am very angry, and I regretted giving it to her. But al is too late. If I am presenting that slide, I could have say more. Maybe she thinks that I am too quiet, so she thinks that it is better to say it herself. But I wanted to improve myself, I want to try to adapt to this stupid school environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking that I could greatly express my talent at this good chance, but I actually throw it away. I do not know if there will still be other chances of me expessing my talent. Maybe this is my fate. Life is fated that I will not do well in anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate school. There is no way I am able to adapt to this school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-5955264897284935659?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5955264897284935659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5955264897284935659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5955264897284935659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5955264897284935659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-of-talent.html' title='Lost of talent'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sfb6b_Gbx9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DHeH_N22eVs/s72-c/Erika_Sawajiri_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-7224947335133948425</id><published>2009-04-23T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:19:15.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Miserable school life</title><content type='html'>My school life is so miserable. When I am sitting in this classroom, I feel very lonely and ignored. Why does life has to be so unfair to me? Why do I have to come to this school that I do not even wish to come at all? What have I done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who has the same result as me. But he is able to go to a better school, bu only me, I have to come to this lousy school to suffer. This school has presentations everyday. I really hate presentations. I feel like dying in school. Everyday I feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this class, I am very quiet. I know you all my think that there is nothing wrong, but the problem is that this school cannot be quiet at all, because we have presentations and teamworks. If you did not study in this school, you will never know how I reall feel. In this class, or rather in this school, I really feel like a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this school, and I really regret coming to this school. If only I had study harder in secondary school. Lessons in secondary schools are so easy. What we only have to do is to sit in the class and listen to what teacher is talking. I really regret for not listening to the teachers carefully and attentively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only at that time I had pay full attention to my secondary school teachers, maybe I will be getting more better results, and I will be going to better schools rather than coming to this school to suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-7224947335133948425?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/7224947335133948425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=7224947335133948425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7224947335133948425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7224947335133948425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/04/miserable-school-life.html' title='Miserable school life'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-3401085293678984986</id><published>2009-04-22T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:43:15.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>The mouse dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Se8s9Hi35GI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aTafSsEharA/s1600-h/u2389p28t3d1828736f326dqk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327526312711545954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Se8s9Hi35GI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aTafSsEharA/s400/u2389p28t3d1828736f326dqk4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I had a dream. I dream that I have a pet mouse again. Few days ago, I also make a dream, and I also dream that I have a pet mouse. I do not know why I keep having the mouse dream. Is the dream trying to tell me something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My house do not have any pet mouse, or I did not kill any mouse or torture any mouse, why do I keep having mouse dream? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I keep having a lot of dreams. Maybe I think a lot in day time, and imagine a ot in day time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in school, the teacher release me at 8pm, and I reach home at 9pm. That stupid teacher said that I do not understand the lesson at all, and he make a few of us stayed back till 8pm. I have never ever go home so late ever. These stupid teachers. If they are inside an empty room, I am going to lock them inside, and make them stay overnight in that school. School is a really horrible place to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My presentations is once again very lousy. I really hte presentations. I wish that this school will not have presentations, but I know it is wishful thinking, because this school is also famous of its presentations. It is said to be the only school which had presentations every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really hate this school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-3401085293678984986?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/3401085293678984986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=3401085293678984986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3401085293678984986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3401085293678984986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/04/mouse-dream.html' title='The mouse dream'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Se8s9Hi35GI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aTafSsEharA/s72-c/u2389p28t3d1828736f326dqk4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-7505060741052927011</id><published>2009-04-20T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:57:34.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>First day of school, first day of hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sex2v62ql2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/yCWCwI43cZQ/s1600-h/bush+scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326763024896923490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sex2v62ql2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/yCWCwI43cZQ/s400/bush+scream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326772038053649650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sex-8jer3PI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BN2SZkD9Nko/s400/15_1197356129_1758018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326771872880647138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sex-y8KX2-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/IGGfeRBK6Ac/s400/2007%255C12%255C11%255C141335118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is monday, which is also the start of my hell school. In the morning, I have to wake up very very early in the morning. I feel very tired, but I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today when I am taking the bus, I accidentally put extra money into the bus tin. I regretted that. Because the bus is very crowded, and there are still a lot of people behind me, so I have to be a little hurry, if not people behind me will scold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After paying extra money, I do not extra benefit at all. There is no seats in the bus left. So I have no choice, but to stand. The bus is very very crowded, and I even hardly have some space, and I can hardly move too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After an hour, I reached my school. I walk into my school, and trying to find my new class. Before entering the classroom, I have a little stomachache, so I went into the toilet. After a few minutes, I am feeling more comfortable, and I search for my new class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After finding my new class, I walked into my new class. I see all unfamiliar faces, I tried to relax myself, and not feel nervous towards these classmates, as I do not know how they are like, whether they are gangsters or not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I make a glance around my class and see that these classmates does not look really bad, and there are no gangster faces around, so I feel a little relief. But what I really hope is to hope that there can be a weak student in class, so that I can have some positions in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a very quiet person, so today, it is still the same of course. I did not talk in class, but I pretended that I am looking for informations in the team. I really wanted to say something to make them feel that I have done at least something, but I am afraid that my points I contributed might be unnecessary to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing much I had do in school today. I feel that I am not doing any work. This school is really not for quiet people like me. At first I can go to other schools, but maybe because other school's slots have no more, so they put me into this school. My friend has the same result as me, but yet he can go into a very good school, but I cannot go to the good school. I feel that life is really very unfair for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everybody says that my school is the most lousiest school, and they come to this school because they do not have a choice. This school is not even in my choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this school, we have to do teamwork and presentation. I am weak at these 2 things. I am a very quiet person so teamwork is definitely not for me. Presentation requires speaking too. My life is very miserable in this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, there is a classmate who said to me, " Are you always that quiet?" She said it so loud everyone look at me. I replied with a yes, but I do not really know whether it is even the appropriate answer. I do not know what to say when encountered with this question. Life is going to be more hard in my class now, as everyone already knows that I am very quiet person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really regret coming to this school. I never regretted studying, but I regret coming to this school. I really wish that time can reverse. I want to be switched with my friend. I want to do more better in my exam to qualify to better school. But all is too late now. I can only regret now.&lt;/p&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/4757035783842375835-7505060741052927011?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/7505060741052927011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=7505060741052927011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7505060741052927011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7505060741052927011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day-of-school-first-day-of-hell.html' title='First day of school, first day of hell'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sex2v62ql2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/yCWCwI43cZQ/s72-c/bush+scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-4345118699569345583</id><published>2009-04-18T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:15:28.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the start of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SerN-4og_ZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AVH0COCjFVQ/s1600-h/463px-The_Scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326295989556936082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SerN-4og_ZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AVH0COCjFVQ/s400/463px-The_Scream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326296513864278386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SerOdZ1IIXI/AAAAAAAAAZM/zCxtFnvbrpw/s400/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326297235418122434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SerPHZ0-CMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JzXNFP3a2dY/s400/BaldEagle-783832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is 19 April 2009. My school starts tomorrow. I am very depressed. I really hate this school. It is not that I do not want to study or whatever, but it is because I hate this school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really regret coming to this school. In fact, this school is not even in my choices, but yet the government put me into this school instead. The reason is because they say that my results does not fit the other schools. But I feel that this is unreasonable. All my other friends have almost similar results as me, but they all can go better schools than me, only I have to be stuck in this stupid school.&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&gt;The reason why I hate this stupid school is because this school has presentations everyday. Unlike other schools, they do not have presentations every single day. This makes me very depressed. I am a very quiet person, so I rather die than to have presentations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some more, in this school, teachers does not teach. We have to find informations for ourselves. That is very terrible. Why should there still be teachers if they do not even want to teach? That is the reason why I hate this school. This school always work on temwork, and my teammates are not really good at cooperating for some. They say that I do not do anything at all, and insist me on doing. I really hate it. I do not really mind if they ask me to d work, but they should not say that I did not do anything. That is very mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I have made a few nightmares. Not one, but a few. Maybe it is a reminder to me that school is going to be very horrible. The first nightmare is that I dream that my house have alo of ants, and all my house's things moved because of the ants carrying it. We see all the foods moving. When we look closely, it is actually ants moving it. We decided to track the ants and see where they go, and we can find their nest. I am shock to see that the nest is actually in my room, and there are a lot of ants on the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second nightmare is that I dream that I have a pet rat. After a while, it has died. I cannot remember how it died, but I keep have one feeling that I tortured it, eventhough I could not even remember anything at all. After a long time, it actually revived. We are all very shocked. When it revived, all its body has wounds, blood wounds, injured wounds, and part of its skin in its body are being teared off, it is like whole body s full of wounds, and at that time, it seems to be very fierce and violent, and when we catch it, it tries to shake very violent, and trying to bite us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third nightmare is abot a girl being tortured. A girl had been tortured by a lady, and she keep torturing her, and she somehow looks like half dead half alive, and it is very scary, and she even had a club poked right through into her nose, and it looks like her whole nose is gone. She is bleeding a lot, and a lot of wounds on her body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She tries to seek revenge towards the owner. She slowly crawls into the owner's room, and just as she is about to kill the owner, the owner manages to escape off. Whether the girl is still living, or she is already dead and become a ghost, I do not know either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these nightmares happens on just one night. Recently I had a lot of nightmares, and I do not know why, maybe there is something bad going to happen soon. Could it be the asia's tsunami on the 22 July 2009? or could it be school?&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/4757035783842375835-4345118699569345583?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/4345118699569345583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=4345118699569345583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4345118699569345583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4345118699569345583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomorrow-is-start-of-school.html' title='Tomorrow is the start of school'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SerN-4og_ZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AVH0COCjFVQ/s72-c/463px-The_Scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-8886936964428870060</id><published>2009-04-15T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:46:51.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Premonition?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeYhEh0jJMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rftaUCJQEcg/s1600-h/premonition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324979971094160578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeYhEh0jJMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rftaUCJQEcg/s400/premonition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324980340501082834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeYhaB-BctI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8MQ-jEN8l98/s400/10517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324980181171559634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeYhQwa53NI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Vj4iOeIy2Lw/s400/1_28-3-326-410_20020916162540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I am watching the television news, I seen an article which says that on the 22 july 2009, there will be another tsunami. This tsunami is going to affect most of asian country, including Philippine, Indonesia, malaysia, singapore, vietnam, Laos, cambodia, thailand, myanmar, and even korea and japan. They say that most of the asian country will be affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people said that this information is fake. But the news said that the tsunami falls on a day of an eclipse. Scientists went on to investigate, and found out that there is really an eclipse on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the news showed a map. The map is very familiar. I know I have seen it before a few days ago, but I do not remmber where or how I see it. I tried to search around my house for the similar map, and tried to find back the same similar map. But I have search all of the newspapers, checked whole of my mails, visited every other websites that I once go, and asking around my friends, and yet, I could not find back the article which I have seen. I could not remember how I actually see that article. No one showed it to me, but I just see it by chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I begin to suspect that it is one of my dream, because some of my friends said they dream of future events before. Like for example the things that we dream are going to happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether these things are real or not. Or will there really be tsunami or not, but I just pray that I could be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-8886936964428870060?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/8886936964428870060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=8886936964428870060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8886936964428870060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8886936964428870060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/04/premonition.html' title='Premonition?'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeYhEh0jJMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rftaUCJQEcg/s72-c/premonition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-4459065367809659694</id><published>2009-04-14T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:11:29.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Holidays ending soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeRBcYwXUNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/vwi7Eqq8Rk0/s1600-h/Ringu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324452615396217042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeRBcYwXUNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/vwi7Eqq8Rk0/s400/Ringu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeRBElFW7II/AAAAAAAAAYU/YN0vvRoFf20/s1600-h/hell1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My holidays is going to end soon. I am so disappointed. My school starts next week. My brother already started school today. Now we are having our year end holiday, so it is quite long, but although it seems long, but now it is ending already. I donot like school, because school to me is like hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always get ignored in school, and nobody talks to me. If I meet worst classmates, they want me to do every single thing, but in the end, they are the ones getting all the credit. Sometimes I do a lot of things, but because I am a quiet person, they tend to make use of this to make teacher believe that they are the one doing everything. All my classmates are very cruel and very evil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever teacher want us to do teamwork, they will do it all by themselves, and leave nothing for me to do. When it is something hard, they want me to do it. Teacher always said that I do not do anything at all. I am very angry. But there is nothing I can do. I just have to tolerate this for 2 more years. I just pray that I can successfully graduate, and forget all about school stuffs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If someone wants me to choose between the hell army and school, I would rather choose to go for hell army than to choose school. School to me is really horrible. My school is like no discipline at all, and there are a lot of gangsters inside the school. At least hell army has a lot of discipline inside, and people will not anyhow do anything to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am just unlucky, but all my classmates that I have met, all are not really nice, which makes me always anti-social in school, eventhough I d not want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my classmates seems to be doing things among themselves, and do not wish that participated, maybe it is because my results is not very good. When I conributed points to them, sometimes tey do not even put it in. I feel that it is very unfair for me. If they do not wish to have my opinion, why should I even waste my time doing all the things for them?&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/4757035783842375835-4459065367809659694?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/4459065367809659694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=4459065367809659694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4459065367809659694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4459065367809659694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/04/holidays-ending-soon.html' title='Holidays ending soon'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeRBcYwXUNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/vwi7Eqq8Rk0/s72-c/Ringu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5059582253687734691</id><published>2009-04-13T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:08:09.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Internet company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeNHOyjQUNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/DMysj0eEE2s/s1600-h/bald_eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324177503895441618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeNHOyjQUNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/DMysj0eEE2s/s400/bald_eagle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeNG_e-fy1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/gYFmPFdPSRw/s1600-h/p15903380-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324177240942955346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeNG_e-fy1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/gYFmPFdPSRw/s400/p15903380-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This evening when I am watching TV, somebody knock on the door all of the sudden. I thought it is my brother, so I went to open the door. To my surprise, it is not my brother, but it is someone from the internet company. I do not know why the internet company wants to find us. She asks a lot about our internet stuffs, and it seems like she is trying to ask for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it is just a salesperson trying to introduce the internet product. But we already have internet, and I already told her I have internet. Why would she still want to ask me for more information? I am afraid that if I leak more information, my father will scold me, becauseI m alwys the one getting into trouble. So I told her that I am not the one signing up fo the internet, and it is my father who is signing up for the internet, and I told her that I do not have any knowledge about these internet stuffs, and is unable to contribute more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this could chase the salesperson away, but instead, she said that she is going to come again. At this point of time, I feel really scared. I do not know what might happen if she return again. Did we do anything wrong? If it is just ordinary salesperson, why does he wants to come back again? Moreover, we already have the internet. Why do they still look for us?&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/4757035783842375835-5059582253687734691?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5059582253687734691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5059582253687734691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5059582253687734691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5059582253687734691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/04/internet-company.html' title='Internet company'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SeNHOyjQUNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/DMysj0eEE2s/s72-c/bald_eagle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-7362122618903403088</id><published>2009-04-08T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:38:06.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sdzu7-erMgI/AAAAAAAAAX0/InCnFEqv7wM/s1600-h/Giant_Haasts_eagle_attacking_New_Zealand_moa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322391573796434434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sdzu7-erMgI/AAAAAAAAAX0/InCnFEqv7wM/s400/Giant_Haasts_eagle_attacking_New_Zealand_moa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SdznkKgPqdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/p5A6QaWPC9Q/s1600-h/4932ad5739933.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is April 8, which is also my birthday. But on my birthday, other than some friends saying happy birthday to me, there is no more special things happening on my birthday. We do not hold any celebrations because we are poor, and I feel that there is no need to hold any celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thos friends who said happy birthday to me is onl those friends online, as for real life friends, no one even called to say happy birthday to me. Except all my families could still remember my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not give me any gifts, except my father give me some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I do not really wish for anthing, but I am happy that they do not forget my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, today is my uncle's birthday too!!!&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/4757035783842375835-7362122618903403088?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/7362122618903403088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=7362122618903403088&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7362122618903403088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7362122618903403088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday!!'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sdzu7-erMgI/AAAAAAAAAX0/InCnFEqv7wM/s72-c/Giant_Haasts_eagle_attacking_New_Zealand_moa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-7115639386728054001</id><published>2009-03-31T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:14:15.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>April fool's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SdMKLcHtAzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/KEOzj1rmFxk/s1600-h/for0456l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319606776498029362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SdMKLcHtAzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/KEOzj1rmFxk/s400/for0456l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321272243231746610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sdj06XL5ajI/AAAAAAAAAXk/wL9SCwWdjNU/s400/scary-maze-game-tribute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a day where people will use this opportunity to make fun of their friends around them, and also fooling them. Today is April Fools' day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have one of my friends who will always call around to make fun of his friends in April Fools' Day. So today I am going to be extra careful, and I am also not going to be fooled again an again every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not go around to fool people, because I am afraid that I might offended others, as they may think I am going overboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far nobody has come and fool me yet, because I do not have much friends around me. So I guess they must have miss me out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I have a bad stomachache. So I cannot sleep well last night. I had been having stomachache recently, and I do not know why. &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/4757035783842375835-7115639386728054001?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/7115639386728054001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=7115639386728054001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7115639386728054001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7115639386728054001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-fools-day.html' title='April fool&apos;s day'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SdMKLcHtAzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/KEOzj1rmFxk/s72-c/for0456l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-7368870357798235540</id><published>2009-03-28T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:09:29.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>What is earth hour?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc8fHmVSWLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/24ZP0X1mUUo/s1600-h/eclipse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318503900357220530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc8fHmVSWLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/24ZP0X1mUUo/s400/eclipse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc8fCe-39wI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_XiZuaRJzfE/s1600-h/earth-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318503812484822786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc8fCe-39wI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_XiZuaRJzfE/s400/earth-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc8e62SX73I/AAAAAAAAAXE/G2IluTfJmF4/s1600-h/space_fireworks_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318503681301671794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc8e62SX73I/AAAAAAAAAXE/G2IluTfJmF4/s400/space_fireworks_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc8e0k_-tmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/uwqra_sG138/s1600-h/UFO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318503573581903458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc8e0k_-tmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/uwqra_sG138/s400/UFO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday when I am chatting with a few of my friends, they told me that earth hour is coming soon. At this point of time, I am very confused. What is earth hour? This is the first time in my life I have ever heard of this word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I ask them, they do not give me a reply. When I ask one of my friend, he replied, "It means the earth's hour, you stupid!". I guess this friend is the much stupidier ones giving me such a stupid answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My australian friends and my malaysian friends seems to be all talking about this earth hour thing, so I guess it is something international. Since it is international, why I did not heard of it at all in my own country?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I thought it is omething terrible, like maybe the whole world's electricity have to be cut off. Or maybe it is some phenomenon, like for example the eclipse moon or the leap years. Or maybe it is something which is going to do with saving the world, saving the earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What exactly is earth hour? Can anyone tell me? &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/4757035783842375835-7368870357798235540?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/7368870357798235540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=7368870357798235540&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7368870357798235540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7368870357798235540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-earth-hour.html' title='What is earth hour?'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc8fHmVSWLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/24ZP0X1mUUo/s72-c/eclipse2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-970361152559751316</id><published>2009-03-27T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:33:16.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>A careless experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc3RuWLBxGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/INR6PN3dssg/s1600-h/siren_dt1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318137329150444642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc3RuWLBxGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/INR6PN3dssg/s400/siren_dt1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc3QxSiBLZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ETs7scx3-ds/s1600-h/siren_movie_dvd_sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318136280201112978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc3QxSiBLZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ETs7scx3-ds/s400/siren_movie_dvd_sp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318136645964303314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc3RGlGwi9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/usawsREUNoQ/s400/morimoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318138081887575154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc3SaKVi3HI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ES42MHchzuk/s400/h-103_43980_hosairen_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc3QVASXm_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/vfjsNsdc6fc/s1600-h/4098_image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318135794267298802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc3QVASXm_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/vfjsNsdc6fc/s400/4098_image4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I woke up at afternoon, because I overslept. But actually there is also nothing important for me to do either, so I am able to wake up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up and had breakfast, I have to buy lunch myself, so I went out to buy lunch. Just as I am about to go out, my brother is going out with his friends too, so we go out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to buy lunch nearby, and when I go back home, then I realised one thing. When I go out, I am using my brother's keys, and I do not have my own keys at all. My house also do not have anyone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting outside the door for my mother to return. As I am waiting, I suddenly recalled my mother said that I have a auntie who have our house keys too, so I have to go to my auntie's house to get the keys for my house, so I am able to go inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite a long way, but I have no choice. It takes me 30 minutes to reach there. After I reached, I thought she i not at home. I keep calling, and finally she came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is going to prepare for work at that time. My auntie lives alone. She give me the keys to my home, and she also give me some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to stay at her house a little longer to rest. She told me that she wants to wash her clothes. She told me that I could rest at her house until she is about to go out to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited for her. She give me a lot of soft drinks and she wanted me to bring it home. She also give me some money and want me to take transport home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2.30pm, we go out together to the bus stop. We take the same bus, except different destination. My bus is 2 stops, and her bus is 3 stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very unfortunate for not bringing out the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I watched a show called forbidden siren. I did not watch the first half part, but I only watch the last half part. The main character girl is very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I did not watch the first half part, therefore it is very confusing when I watch it. It is about this girl who can hear a siren where no one else heard it. The legend says that when the third siren sounds, no one step out of their house. When the forth siren sounds, everybody shall die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single villagers thinks that she is having a mental problem, as no one hears the siren at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is once a incident in 1978 on the same island. It is said that the whole villagers died. The only survivor killed himself. Before the last survivor dies, he make the statement that he hears the siren. He said when the third siren sounds, no one step out of their house. When the forth siren sounds, everybody shall die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the siren sounds, there are a lot of ghosts beginning to wander about too. The main character escaped into a house and is being encountered by a man, who said that the only way to stop ghosts from wandering about is to stop the siren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she came by to another house, and she realised that her father lived in the house. She decided to explore the house, and then she suddenly found some photos which is being pasted on a board, which shocks her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw every single villagers' photos. All the photos are being taken in 1978. But all the faces in the photo are all the people who lives in the village currently. In the article, it is said that every single villagers are already dead. All those photos are actually every single people in the village who she meets currently, and are still living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feel very frighten after that, and she thinks that every single villagers who are currently living in this village are all already dead, and she is living in the village of the deads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is then she decided to get out of the village. She and her brother keep running, and keep hiding from those ghost villagers. Until she came to the siren tower, and she decided to destroy the speaker of the siren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She climbed up of the tower, and she is shock at a scene. She saw very far away, the sea turns red. She breaks the speaker, but the siren still sounds. Then a man climb up and he said that only she herself can hear the siren, and throughout the whole story, she is always with her brother, and he also told her that her brother is actually dead 6 months ago. Seeing that she is unable to stop the siren, and also depressed that her brother is actually dead, she jumps down of the tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not dead after she fell down of great height. Suddenly she hears the forth siren. She ended up killing the villagers, and history repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;The story follows a young lady named Yuki, and her father, who is a writer, as they move to Yamajima Island with her younger brother Hideo. The island has a stranger history (like the fact that it was an American burial ground before the war), and a large metal tower can be seen standing on its highest peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On arrival, she finds the residents of the quiet rural setting to be slightly bizarre. She is even more perplexed when a neighbour offers her advice about the rules of the island. One warning that all the locals rigidly obey is: NEVER go outside when the air-raid sirens are sounding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villagers seem to be hiding something, and Yuki begins to suspect it. One day, Hideo runs away from her, and she chases after him. She stumbles upon Hideo with a mysterious girl wrapped in red shrouds that talks to him and tells him strange stories. Unfortunately, this girl disappears whenever Yuki tries to speak with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some more strange encounters and intensive research, Yuki discovers a piece of folklore from long ago, stating that victims of a terrible disease were once isolated on Yamajima. The story goes that the flesh of a mermaid could bring ever-lasting life, a cure to the disease. They reportedly captured a mermaid and ate it. Before the mermaid died, it let out a terrible scream (the Siren), and cursed the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki's father unfortunately turns into a hideous monster called a "Shibito", So Yuki and Hideo try their best to get off the island. But there is no way to escape. Their only choice is to climb the forbidden metal tower at the center of the island. Once there, the plot takes a full twist and we discover that the siren has been in Yuki's head the whole time. The Shibito are really just the ordinary islanders and Hideo has been dead for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she finally realizes this, she jumps off the tower and tries to commit suicide. Somehow she survives and becomes hospitalized. Outside her room, we hear the doctor speaking with her father. He explains to him that she has imagined the whole experience, such as the previous man did. Yuki awakens to the sound of the fourth siren and she kills her doctor. As the movie ends, the skies turn black and seas become blood red once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things are left unclear throughout the film due to the complex nature of the plot, the fact that what Yuki is seeing may or may not be real. It may be that Yuki's already unstable mind is merely influenced by the fairy tales and the diary that she comes across. Also, the role of the hidden room in Yuki's home is also left undecided, as it is unknown whether any of the images inside (those dating the islanders back to 1976) are actually factual. Likewise, the role of the woman in red is not made explicit but it is assumed that she is the spirit of the mermaid that died long ago due to her likeness to the girl in the painting. It is suggested by the doctor in the final scene that the siren is only heard by those "conditioned" to hear it and that there may indeed be some supernatural force behind the events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One explanation of the whole plot is that the inhabitants or the villagers of the island did capture a mermaid and ate it in search of immortality. They succeeded in achieving immortality which explains the photos in the hidden room. The woman in red is likely to be the mermaid seeking revenge on the inhabitants through her curse. The curse is the result of the only person hearing the sirens and will end up killing the inhabitants who had achieved immortality. The cycle is presumed to be continued until everyone shown in the hidden room is killed.&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/4757035783842375835-970361152559751316?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/970361152559751316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=970361152559751316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/970361152559751316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/970361152559751316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/careless-experience.html' title='A careless experience'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sc3RuWLBxGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/INR6PN3dssg/s72-c/siren_dt1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-528318232323701171</id><published>2009-03-25T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:51:26.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Nocturnal neigbours playing piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScsjN26FP6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/FKCoTkjkvmQ/s1600-h/burning_piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317382506025402274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScsjN26FP6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/FKCoTkjkvmQ/s400/burning_piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really got irritated by my stupid nocturnal neighbours, doing all sorts of funny stuffs in the middle of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the previous posts I talk about those chantings made by my neighbours. Now, there is new sounds. This time is not chanting, but it is piano. Moreover, it is 2.30am in the midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My neighbours are all very disappointing, and they all seems to be very happy to be doing all sort of noisy stuffs in the middle of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope that some other neighbours would go and complain about it. I do not wish to go complain about it as others will said that I am busybody, and if I went to complain about it, maybe it will also affect the way other neighbours look at us. So most of the time it is better that we just bear with it, and wait for others to do the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4757035783842375835-528318232323701171?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/528318232323701171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=528318232323701171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/528318232323701171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/528318232323701171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/nocturnal-neigbours.html' title='Nocturnal neigbours playing piano'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScsjN26FP6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/FKCoTkjkvmQ/s72-c/burning_piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-1049970692137024115</id><published>2009-03-22T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:05:29.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Schoolmates, classmates, school life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScaQXmhzcRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/I9lb9-F9WZA/s1600-h/class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316095145311170834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScaQXmhzcRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/I9lb9-F9WZA/s400/class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, in the afternoon, one my ex-schoolmates actually contact me. He wants me to go to cycle with the rest of other schoolmates, and he is treating us all for everything. Of course I am very happy for free stuffs, but I rejected him. The reason is because most of my ex-schoolmates are my enemies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always a nice person to treat them good. I did not do anything sorry to them. But they do not remember all the things I have done for them, and they forget me as a friend. All o them gang up to be against me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After thia incident, I do not wish to see them anymore. After being friends for so many years, this is what I get from them. This is very unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently my life is very boring. There is nothing to talk about, so I do not do much posts. Although I have strange neighbours, but they do not chant every single day. I can even write up to part 100 if they chant everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my important data in my computer and now I got very disappointed. I wanted my classmates to send me the data, but they do not send me. Instead, they even said I am irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What kind of classmates are these. When I have trouble, they do not even help me. When they have trouble, who is the one who keep lending them a hand. I really feel very unfair in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school is the only stupid school which needs laptop for lesson. Seriously, I really hate my school. I feel that I do not learn much. The reason is because teacher want us to find data all by ourselves. Not through teaching. If it is really this case, what for do they still hire teachers in this school? It is so unreasonable. I paid school fees, and school fees are not cheap over here in this school. Why cannot we received much better education?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also a lot of gangsters in this school I am studying. I really regret coming to this school. But I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really regret coming to this school. But my results are too bad. No other schools are willing to accept me, so I have no choice but to stay in this hell school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel that life is very unfair. We see others living such a perfect and wonderful life, while I am living in this painful hell-like world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-1049970692137024115?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/1049970692137024115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=1049970692137024115&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/1049970692137024115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/1049970692137024115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/schoolmates-classmates-school-life.html' title='Schoolmates, classmates, school life'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScaQXmhzcRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/I9lb9-F9WZA/s72-c/class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-3646919406844579459</id><published>2009-03-17T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:36:56.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>The Chanting Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScCMg-koH2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/aemh4IjCzFg/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314402058477510498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScCMg-koH2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/aemh4IjCzFg/s400/temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a previous post I talk about chantings that I have heard in my room in the middle of the night, and after that, I had a bad dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, a chanting sound is once again heard. This time round, it is not like the previous one, and they do not sound the same. The previous ones that I have heard are more like religion chantings, but for this time, it sounds like a sorcerer saying out magic words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, just as I am lying on the bed, I suddenly heard this chanting. I tried to concentrate on my ears and trying to listen hard to hear what it is. The chanting keep on going. It sounds like a person talking, but I only hear one person talking, and he did not stop, it is like keep talking alone on and on and keep on talking. He does not sound sometimes loud, sometimes soft, but not the same loudness throughout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His voice also sounds like monotone. This time round I feel very scared, because it sounds like sorcerer chanting magic words, and this chanting is more like devil religion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know what my neighbour is up to. Sometimes during midnight, I will hear some wierd noises too, one time I heard a baby crying in the middle of the night, but its voice is very weird. I cannot describe how weird it is, but it is a kind of baby voice that is very weird. That cry and the voice is not ordinary. When it cries, it makes me feel like that cry is made by "something else".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is also one time, I hear loud breathings in the middle of the night, but I believe that it is possible that someone is having asthma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I started to feel that I have very scary neighbours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-3646919406844579459?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/3646919406844579459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=3646919406844579459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3646919406844579459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3646919406844579459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/chanting-part-2.html' title='The Chanting Part 2'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScCMg-koH2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/aemh4IjCzFg/s72-c/temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-8753255165471682819</id><published>2009-03-14T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:18:07.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>One Nation Under Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScHxHICmcZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3CBawV6IXEw/s1600-h/v_for_vendetta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314794139993665938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScHxHICmcZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3CBawV6IXEw/s400/v_for_vendetta1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScCHygVrmrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7X-1b4dYFH4/s1600-h/lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314396862041266866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScCHygVrmrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7X-1b4dYFH4/s400/lee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17qhGIwyGj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/17qhGIwyGj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScCHr8BGVJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/tTQO0Hy_CcE/s1600-h/lee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314396749212046482" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sb_o8V9K8gI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VSc8PGr9SnI/s400/leefun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sb_l5YXZ_vI/AAAAAAAAAUs/G7XVdEBGmwY/s1600-h/donarulee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314218859276402418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sb_l5YXZ_vI/AAAAAAAAAUs/G7XVdEBGmwY/s400/donarulee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sb_kZz_5ryI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IUUgi30g360/s1600-h/lky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314217217426566946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sb_kZz_5ryI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IUUgi30g360/s400/lky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbvvY7K4aII/AAAAAAAAAUU/Re-M2y3mh28/s1600-h/ministermentor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313103396892862594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbvvY7K4aII/AAAAAAAAAUU/Re-M2y3mh28/s400/ministermentor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbvvB5vUg3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/krFKSV1_bT8/s1600-h/drc_children_congolese_child_soldiers_congo_child_fighterslee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313103001371837298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbvvB5vUg3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/krFKSV1_bT8/s400/drc_children_congolese_child_soldiers_congo_child_fighterslee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sbvu13uhdDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ARzA4jUl9dw/s1600-h/victoryLee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313102794673189938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/Sbvu13uhdDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ARzA4jUl9dw/s400/victoryLee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friends send me these interesting pics, so I thought of posting them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Lee Kuan Yew is a minister of singapore. He has the highest authority in singapore from what I have heard about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I have heard from my singaporean friends, Mr Lee Kuan Yew takes full control of singapore, and has the highest authority in singapore. His authority is so high that no other opposition party can win him now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people said that he is corrupted because of his love of powers and authority. Whether its true or false, I do not know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of his very high authority. No one can challenge him and oppose him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-8753255165471682819?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/8753255165471682819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=8753255165471682819&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8753255165471682819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8753255165471682819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-nation-under-lee.html' title='One Nation Under Lee'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/ScHxHICmcZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3CBawV6IXEw/s72-c/v_for_vendetta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-3127772529818506648</id><published>2009-03-14T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:32:49.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>The Singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbvN_E7w6EI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6fRAKvqY90I/s1600-h/KaraokeSinger.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313066668953495618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbvN_E7w6EI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6fRAKvqY90I/s400/KaraokeSinger.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my previous posts, I have talked about chantings. Now, there is a new thing that happens. But this time, it is not another chanting soun, but these times are singings. And worst, it is even midnight, and it interrupted me in my sleep. I really have many wonderful and fantastic neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as I am going to sleep, I suddenly heard a singing sound. It is rather soft, and it sounds like a high pitch voice, and it is a woman's voice. I am unable to tell what kind of song is that, because I could not hear properly as it is rather soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song seems like it never stop, and the high pitch voice of the sound even makes me shiver. The voice seems to be quite far away, as it sounds very soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my neighbours are really inconsiderate. They loves to make so much noise, and cause so much trouble. This makes me feel very sad living in this apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that everyone can be more considerate living in an apartment, and should be considerate towards each other, as we are all neighbours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-3127772529818506648?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/3127772529818506648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=3127772529818506648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3127772529818506648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3127772529818506648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/singing.html' title='The Singing'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbvN_E7w6EI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6fRAKvqY90I/s72-c/KaraokeSinger.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-3996142681427345122</id><published>2009-03-08T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:54:54.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>My boring life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbQUOkN1leI/AAAAAAAAATs/RsbApPSHHdg/s1600-h/_boredom-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310892101049095650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbQUOkN1leI/AAAAAAAAATs/RsbApPSHHdg/s400/_boredom-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbQT7z8KocI/AAAAAAAAATk/Yl-5_jBWqrc/s1600-h/joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is so boring recently. I do not have anything to talk about my life recently as nothing interesting has happened these few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days ago I watched a ghost movie called shutter. It is a thailand ghost movie. I feel that it is quite interesting. But after watching it, I feel a bit scared, because I am a person who always love to imagine things. Perhaps that is part of the reason why I would draw. But honestly, I am not a good artist. The art that I draw takes me a few days. I have met friends online who could draw really well. I know of one australian girl who lives in brisbane. She is only 12 years old, and all her drawings are like very expert and professional. I am really jealous about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a weird dream last night. I dream that I have a girlfriend. This girlfriend is very very pretty, but she is very ignorant. When I talk to her, she did not talk to me at all. We walk together, and a lot of my friends all went over to ask me and ask her whether we are on a relationship. They seems to be very jealous about me having her as girlfriend. But whenever my friends ask her, she will reply, "Why you bother so much?" . Then those people's expression are like troubled. Like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310860592788547026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbP3kizIJdI/AAAAAAAAATU/2_p-ZbYCUBc/s400/troubled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She seems to be irritated that they asked her the question, or maybe in that dream, she did not love me at all, as she do not show any love towards me, but in dream, things just automatically make sense, so I know she is my girlfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afte that, we went to queue up for something. I queue behind her. She is very cold and did not talk to me at all. Many people ask me and her whether are we on a relationship. I am quiet throughout and only reply by nodding. But she is the one who answer. She said"Why yo bother so much?" Keep replying the same answer. In my dream I even seen a girl that I once like. She is looking at me and the girl, seems to be jealous at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the queue is our turn. She is on the counter, but not a few seconds later she walk off. Poor me, I have to keep chasing after her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that in my real life, I will definitely not have such a girlfriend. What is still the meaning of having such girlfriend? Eventhough she is pretty, but she is cold to me, and there is no meaning being together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This also gives us real life lesson. We cannot judge a book by its cover. On the outside, it might be good, but on the inside, it may not be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4757035783842375835-3996142681427345122?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/3996142681427345122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=3996142681427345122&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3996142681427345122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3996142681427345122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-boring-life.html' title='My boring life'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbQUOkN1leI/AAAAAAAAATs/RsbApPSHHdg/s72-c/_boredom-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2183335480402258078</id><published>2009-03-08T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:56:51.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>My uncle finally back home - Malay's hopes destroyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbQUmAgxi9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/TD4Z_55eFbw/s1600-h/joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310892503781706706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbQUmAgxi9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/TD4Z_55eFbw/s400/joker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my uncle finally reach home. We can finally be united. We went over to his house to visit him. He looks very fine already. We are all very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still no news about those malays who had robbed him. I have a lot of friends in asia who said that all the malays are very bad. I know a blogger who i believe can give very specific details of why a lot of races hate malays so much. His blog is &lt;a href="http://erichalfredbubihartmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://erichalfredbubihartmann.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Please visit this blog to read some of the posts about malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have any posts to make recently. So I may not post too often. Very sorry for all my readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-2183335480402258078?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2183335480402258078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2183335480402258078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2183335480402258078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2183335480402258078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-uncle-finally-back-home.html' title='My uncle finally back home - Malay&apos;s hopes destroyed'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SbQUmAgxi9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/TD4Z_55eFbw/s72-c/joker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-1953133163763522359</id><published>2009-03-03T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:33:17.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>My uncle discharged - A New Hope</title><content type='html'>Today is a very happy day. The reason is because my uncle has been discharged from the singapore hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my relatives went to the hospitals to fetch him. Because his legs are still very weak, so when he is discharged, a few of my relatives needs to support him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very happy because very soon we are able to see each other again. We really miss him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably when I am writing this post, those malays are already shivering at home. Fearing when the police are going to catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as my uncle still live, those malays will not be able to escape. Those malays will definitely get caught one day. They will not be able to escape justice. We are waiting for our uncle to come back, and let him recover a while, and we will ask him about the robbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the most important thing is to let him recover first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-1953133163763522359?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/1953133163763522359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=1953133163763522359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/1953133163763522359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/1953133163763522359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-uncle-discharged-new-hope.html' title='My uncle discharged - A New Hope'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-4471314836883683234</id><published>2009-03-02T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:51:34.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>My Anime Drawings</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the anime drawings that I have drawn. Because some of my friends keep nagging me to post it up on my log to show them, so I posted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These drawings take me a few days to complete thm. Actually it takes less than a day to complete, but for the few days, I am just trying to edit some of the parts which I wanted to improve on. Because I am not a natural talented artist, so I need to find a lot of research on arts of anime, and to see how the artists drew these anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are very blurry as I am using pencils to sketch. I did not add any colours because I am afraid I might spoil the whole thing. So in order to have a clear look, please click on it to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For some reason, 2 of the pictures cannot be zoomed. Sorry for that. I am still trying to fix the problem.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308632047562075154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SawMuI4xLBI/AAAAAAAAATE/Oy-AosLM80E/s400/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308632998978495410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SawNlhMHo7I/AAAAAAAAATM/8TDGGIAzSoQ/s400/kyds3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SavQCdT1nkI/AAAAAAAAASs/sNDJZzelTco/s1600-h/kyds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308565326432411202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SavQCdT1nkI/AAAAAAAAASs/sNDJZzelTco/s400/kyds1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4757035783842375835-4471314836883683234?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/4471314836883683234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=4471314836883683234&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4471314836883683234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4471314836883683234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-anime-drawings.html' title='My Anime Drawings'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SawMuI4xLBI/AAAAAAAAATE/Oy-AosLM80E/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-689062392075491143</id><published>2009-03-01T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:36:14.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>My uncle in hospital 2 months</title><content type='html'>Today is 1st march 2009. My poor uncle is still lying on the hospital bed. He had been robbed by a bunch of useless malays in singapore during midnight, and from then onwards, he had been sleeping on the hospital bed in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how long my uncle is going to stay at that hospital, but we really hope that we are able to see him again. We miss him really much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those robbers are still happily jumping around the grounds of singapore and are still not caught yet. I really hope that the singapore police could quickly catch those malays who robbed my uncle, and to punish them severely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far by hearing my relatives and my parents, my uncle's condition is getting much better now. He can eat by himself now, and do not have to use a tube anymore. But he still could not walk by himself, the reason is because his legs are very weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor also said that he is able to go back very soon. We have not seen him for 2 months already, and we really hope to see him again. Actually to be honest before he was robbed we hardly see him too, because he keep going overseas to do business, but we just hope that he is alright, and be reunited together again as a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-689062392075491143?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/689062392075491143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=689062392075491143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/689062392075491143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/689062392075491143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-uncle-in-hospital-2-months.html' title='My uncle in hospital 2 months'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2527392203007869178</id><published>2009-02-27T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:43:21.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>My brother's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zingerbug.com/Comments/HappyBirthday/birthday_candles.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px solid; BORDER-TOP: 0px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 0px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px solid" alt="KY" src="http://www.zingerbug.com/Comments/HappyBirthday/birthday_candles.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zingerbug.com/Comments/HappyBirthday/birthday_candles.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/darth%20vader/mareaalta/darth-vader.gif?o=65"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px solid; BORDER-TOP: 0px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 0px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px solid" alt="KY" src="http://media.photobucket.com/image/darth%20vader/mareaalta/darth-vader.gif?o=65" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/darth%20vader/mareaalta/darth-vader.gif?o=65"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 27 February, which is also my brother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we are not from a rich family, so we do not prepare a luxurious celebration for my brother. It is not even a simple celebration. We did not celebrate it at all, because we are already very big age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, when we are still very young, my parents used to buy big cakes to celebrate with us. We did not held any major celebrations too, but just at night, we will close the living room lights, and we put the big cake at the living room, and light up all the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will then sing the birthday song, and blow off the candle, and eat up the cake. We also do not invite any relatives to come to our birthday, just a simple celebration, and finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow older, birthdays are just like normal days. Each other just knows that it is their birthday on that day, and did not do any celebrations. Birthdays to us is just like normal days, no celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually today we thought of buying a cake for my brother, but we still did not buy it in the end, the reason is because he is not at home this evening, and we thought that he might return very late sometimes, so in the end, we decided not to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned quite early on evening, but when he return, the cake shop is already closed. So we did not celebrate it in the end, as we already di not celebrate birthdays for years, and we tink that he might not mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had always feel that cakes are only for young kids, and now we are already very old. Moreover, when our parents are young, they do not even have any celebrations. As long as we are still able to remember each other's birthday, that is already very good enough. We do not really expect much things for birthdays actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-2527392203007869178?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2527392203007869178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2527392203007869178&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2527392203007869178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2527392203007869178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-brothers-birthday.html' title='My brother&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5920602975935427633</id><published>2009-02-27T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:37:54.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>My annoying neighbour</title><content type='html'>I have a few very irritating neighbours, which keeps annoying us all the time. I feel very angry about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living right below us, there is this family who loves to complain so much. Everytime they will complain about anything. We have always been very kind to them, and we do not complain back, but they seem to keep continue to complain. We hate them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that when we are very young, we play with marbles. The marbles hit on the ground, and create noises. A few minutes later, they come up and complain that it is very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we are young, we are very naughty. We pour water downstairs. Of course, they are very very angry, and we could heard their screamings and yellings. We are not scared at that time, instead, we keep laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only they love to complain, but that family have a lot of smokers. When they smoke at the window, all the smokes will come into our house. There is one night when the smoke smell is too strong, my brother is unable to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They complained not only at us, but also at neighbours around us. That makes everybody hate them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another family which is also living at the 10th floor(we live at the 11th floor). They are nocturnals, and they do not sleep at night. Every night, their house will held parties. In the party they invited a lot of teenager into that party. In the middle of the night, there are a lot of noises. We can hear karaokes, shoutings, and a lot of noises from them. Especially during countdown on New years' day, it is even worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in an apartment, it is common that all these things will happen. No matter how irritating they are, we still have to bear with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-5920602975935427633?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5920602975935427633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5920602975935427633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5920602975935427633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5920602975935427633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-annoying-neighbour.html' title='My annoying neighbour'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-4584237723093925438</id><published>2009-02-22T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:45:06.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Why we should not hire malays in a company? Malays = bad?</title><content type='html'>Video of joker from youtube, a bad person in Batman movie. Putting this video just for sme entertainment.   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqAvubu70Yc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqAvubu70Yc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article is being sent to me by my friends through email a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years ago, there is one company in Singapore. This company had been doing business for a few years, but in the end, it collapses. The reason why it collapse is because of malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss of this company is a chinese, but most the major departments are taken by malays. There used to be chinese employees working, but the malay employers of the company ordered all the chinese employees to work at the warehouse department without even saying any reasons. The chinese employees do not know why they have to send them to warehouse department, as they are suppose to be doing only in those departments they are suppose to do at, and not doing at warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to complain to the boss, but the human resource of the department of the company is also a malay, and they cover up the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss of the company realising that the profits do not meet the target, so the boss decided to hire more employees into the company. Whenever there is a chinese employee, they immediately send them to warehouse department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss realises that there are too much employees in the company, and they are still unable to reach the target, then the malay employers reported to the boss that all the chinese employees are all slacking inside the warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With total anger, the boss immediately fired all of the chinese employees. The company turns into a all-malays working environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that time onwards, business had always been very good, and the boss is very satisfied with them, and even decided to reward them with salary rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 months, the boss feels that something is going wrong in the company, as he feels that his company is facing financial problems, and there are a lot of creditors of other companies going after him. Then he decided to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his horror, he realised that all the accounts are fake, and the accountant is doing fake accounts all these months. Goods of the companies are being sold off. The company estimated that more than $50,000 is being lost every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He realising it, he decided to call the police. Total of 600+ employers and employees are arrested, and all are malays. This is a crime that involves the most person. All are malays. After a few days, the employer immediately go bankrupt and is being jailed for heavy debts. The company has lost about around $50,000 every month when the malays are taking over the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For racial harmony purposes, this matter is being hidden. This information is being written by a few employees who were once belong to the company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-4584237723093925438?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/4584237723093925438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=4584237723093925438&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4584237723093925438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4584237723093925438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-we-should-not-hire-malays-in.html' title='Why we should not hire malays in a company? Malays = bad?'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-8578285198048405118</id><published>2009-02-20T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:41:03.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>I am a Tic Tac Toe pro^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZ-P73nTh-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/-CTctwL4y7s/s1600-h/tic+tac+toe+pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305117144769595362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZ-P73nTh-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/-CTctwL4y7s/s400/tic+tac+toe+pro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have nothing to post today. I could not think of anything interesting that I could post. So today I make this stupid post just to entertain my friends, as they keep nagging me to make posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have a few drawings of animes which I really wish to show up, but unfortunately, my family is very poor, and I do not have any cameras or scanners to save the images into my computer to show it. I promised that I will definitely show it one day. So please wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, one of my msn friend wants me to play with her Tic Tac Toe. I have not played Tic Tac Toe for quite a long time, and I feel bored at this time, so I decided to play Tic Tac Toe with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, my luck is with me. I win a lot of times^^ . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-8578285198048405118?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/8578285198048405118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=8578285198048405118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8578285198048405118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8578285198048405118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-tic-tac-toe-pro.html' title='I am a Tic Tac Toe pro^^'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZ-P73nTh-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/-CTctwL4y7s/s72-c/tic+tac+toe+pro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5431639959676057392</id><published>2009-02-18T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:07:44.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donations</title><content type='html'>I remember when I am very young ago, we were given a small envelope by the school. These envelopes are from a donation orgnization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we received these envelopes, we have to go around and collect money for donations. If it is only a bit of money inside, the teacher will not allow it. The teacher want us to reach a certain amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we do not really go around and ask for money, as it would be very embarrassing, and others might even thought that we are cheating money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we have to provide the money ourselves, and then submit to the teacher. Almost every year, we are doing the same thing. The money that is being contributed to the donation organization is not really a small sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, something had happened that had shock me. The donation organization that we have always help them to donate, are caught cheating the donation money. They do not really use the money to help others, but instead they keep money themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, we all feel very angry, and we all also feel very stupid. All these years, we are actually giving them all our money and let them enjoy their own luxurious life, instead of using the money to help the needies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another incident. This incident happens at the train station. At the train station, I once seen a group of students bringing the donation can and walk around, trying to ask for passer-bys to donate money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going for shopping around there, I feel like I wanted to go to the toilet, so I go into the toilet in the shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I entered the toilet, I see another shocking thing(apart from the dirty toilet). I see the same group of students who are at the train station just now asking around for donations. What they are doing in the toilet really shock me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are actually trying to dig out all the moneys out of the cans. They are using a stick to poke through the hole, and trying to shake the money outof the hole. After seeing that, I feel very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that time onwards, I never trust donations again. The reason is because all the money did not really go to help the needies at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-5431639959676057392?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5431639959676057392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5431639959676057392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5431639959676057392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5431639959676057392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/donations.html' title='Donations'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-6716179217227681759</id><published>2009-02-18T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:34:04.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Aliens of Southeast Asia</title><content type='html'>In this world, there are a lot of people. These people can be classified into groups. Some names of the groups are Asians, Africans, Western, Middle-eastern, and Aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asians are people like chinese, koreans, and japanese. Africans are nigerians. Western are like french, american, british. Middle-eastern like arabians, egyptians, palestinians, and Aliens like malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 1st January 2009, which is on new years day, my uncle had been robbed by 2 aliens during midnight. There is an eye-witness for this incident. The eye-witness managed to see the alien's features, and described that the 2 aliens looks exactly like humans, and they have brown skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the assault, they immediately ran into their UFOs and they flew off into the sky. The reason of their assaultings are still unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real aliens caught on tape interrupting humans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following tape is a video of real aliens caught on tape. After they interrupted several humans, they immediately headed to their UFOs and fly into the sky. When police arrives, they are unable to keep track of where the aliens are heading. The FBIs and the NASA are still investigating on this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2PDctHYyEA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2PDctHYyEA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to research, these aliens will mostly appear in the region of southeast asia. Cases of alien abduction has been rapidly increasing. If you are taking a tour in southeast asia, please watch your steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-6716179217227681759?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/6716179217227681759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=6716179217227681759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6716179217227681759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6716179217227681759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/aliens-of-southeast-asia.html' title='Aliens of Southeast Asia'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-1100912883610249168</id><published>2009-02-16T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:40:12.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Lime Leaf caterpillar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZmTTkee15I/AAAAAAAAARo/ZUBQ5lKtiZI/s1600-h/limebut-cat-Dsc01786-e1L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303432000623794066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZmTTkee15I/AAAAAAAAARo/ZUBQ5lKtiZI/s400/limebut-cat-Dsc01786-e1L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZmS-swRlzI/AAAAAAAAARg/2WckBYTah_8/s1600-h/limebutterflycatepillaryn0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303431642068653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZmS-swRlzI/AAAAAAAAARg/2WckBYTah_8/s400/limebutterflycatepillaryn0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have posted another post about insects again. But I am not crazy about insects. It is just that I could not think of any other thing to post, so I decided to share something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have heard of pets such as cats, dogs, tortoises, birds, fishes, or hamsters. But as for us, we once had a most unusual pet, which is caterpillars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why we started having caterpillars is because when I am still very young. When my brother and I went out to play, we like to go to the apartment which is opposite our apartment. At that apartment, at the first floor, there lives a family who plants a very big lime tree outside their house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that tree, there are a lot of caterpillars, so everytime, we will catch all the caterpillars on that tree and bring it home. At first, of course, our parents are very angry. At first they want us to throw all away, but my parents thought that when we throw all away, they are all going to die, because there are no food for them. If we were to put back onto the lime tree of that family, they will definitely get very mad. The reason is because caterpillars are not good as they will eat up all the leaves, and spoil the plant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the only way is to keep those caterpillars ourselves. So we put all of them into a container, and everyday, we secretly pluck some lime leaves from that family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is how we had started taking caterpillars as pets. When they started with egg, it only takes a few days(around 2 to 3 days) to hatch. When the caterpillar is just born, it is very small. It is not even 1cm. Its colour at that time is black and white. It grows very fast. It is so fast that everyday we are able to see it grow everyday. Everyday it gets longer and longer. As it grows bigger, its colour started to lose its colour(It is like the colour becomes lighter). When it grows to a certain length, it started to shed its skin. After it shed its skin, it changes colour. It changes from black and white to green. After it turns into green, it continues to grow again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about a week, when it already grows to its maximum length, it started to make its pupa. The way it turns into pupa is amazing. At first, it will find a suitable spot on the wall. Then it started to curve its body, and then it will hang over there, and will not move anymore. The next day, it completely turns into a pupa. The shape of the pupa is like a sharp pointed head pointing opposite direction facing the opposite side of the wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 10 days, the pupa breaks, and a beautiful butterfly came out of it. At first, when the butterfly first come out, it cannot fly. Its wings seems to be crumpled altogether. It needs to wait for a while, until the wings had fully open, then it is able to fly. After it becomes butterfly, we do not keep it anymore. The reason is because butterfly no longer eat leaf anymore. So after it turns into butterfly, we will release it, and see it fly off up high into the sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually we do plant a lime tree at our house, but it is not as big as that family's lime tree. Ours is very small. Sometimes when we release the butterfly, it will still return back a few days later, and it will lay its eggs on our small lime tree. When it lay its eggs, it is not a lot at a time, but just a few eggs. In one single leaf we are able to see one egg, so it is very hard to find their eggs as all eggs is being laid on separate leaves. We need to find leaf by leaf in order to find the eggs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we grown older, we do not go to that family to catch caterpillars anymore. But the butterflies which we releases will still return to lay its eggs, so we are able to continue to keep the caterpillars for quite still quite some time. We still continued to pluck lime leaf from that family, and sometimes, we will go to buy some lime leaves from the market. We do not want those caterpillars to destroy our lime tree either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is one time when we buy the lime leaves from the market. After the caterpillars eat them, all of them turn out to be dead. This shows that the lime leaves from the market has some chemicals in it. From this, it also gives us a lesson that some market products are not good as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that incdent, we decided not to buy lime leaves from market anymore, but just to pluck lime leaves from that house, and also to sacrifice our lime trees to provide them with food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very soon, our lime tree has all been eaten up by the caterpillars, and there are no leaves left. So we have to go to that family to pluck the lime leaves to supply the rest of the caterpillars that has not turn into pupa yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the last butterfly flew away, it does not come back anymore. The reason is because we do not have any lime leaves to supply it anymore. That is how the caterpillar pet had ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few years later, the leaves of our lime tree had grown back. But those butterflies never return back to lay their eggs anymore. From that time onwards, we do not see any of those caterpillars anymore, and I really misses them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4757035783842375835-1100912883610249168?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/1100912883610249168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=1100912883610249168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/1100912883610249168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/1100912883610249168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/lime-leaf-caterpillar.html' title='Lime Leaf caterpillar'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZmTTkee15I/AAAAAAAAARo/ZUBQ5lKtiZI/s72-c/limebut-cat-Dsc01786-e1L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-4737707333274908668</id><published>2009-02-14T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T06:03:31.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Queen of the red ant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZaO41mvodI/AAAAAAAAARQ/B30b0VNmick/s1600-h/1090157384_46b6034a2b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302582718388740562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZaO41mvodI/AAAAAAAAARQ/B30b0VNmick/s400/1090157384_46b6034a2b_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had once seen the queen of the red ant in our flower pot that my father had planted at the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour of the red ant queen is not red colour, but it is in yellow and black colour. Its size is 2 times more bigger than ordinary red ant that we see. It also have wings, but it did not fly at all. It does not look like any red ant, but looks more like a bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we see it, it did not move at all. We are able to see its head, as it is hiding in a hole. When we see it, we use a stick to disturb it. But it does not move at all, no matter what ways we use to disturb it. So we thought that it is already dead. So we do not bother about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has passes really really long after that. So long that we had already totally forget about the queen red ant(I think there is at least few years passed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one fine day, when my brother is watering the plants, he sees that queen ant again. The queen ant is still in the same position, and it is no moving. So my brother decided to take out the dead corpse to examine what is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In surprise, the queen red ant actually move. The queen ant had revived after being "dead" for a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that time onwards, it is no longer inactive anymore. It is active all the time. It keeps moving about. We had no idea what it is trying to do, as it seems that the queen is busy on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We observed very closely to it everyday. A few days later, we see some eggs being laid inside the hole. We are very curious about the eggs, and we are wondering what kind of creatures might come out of the egg, as we have not seen such a creature before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the few days, it keeps protecting its egg. We tried to disturb the queen, but it is very fierce. When we use a stick to poke it, it keeps bitting on the stick and refuses to let go. My brother keep struggling the stick slowly for a long time, then it let go. Of course, at this time, we are still unable to tell what kind of creature this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later, the eggs finally hatched. A group of around 10 red ants came out. Those red ants keep staying near the queen ant, and they do not move away from the queen to search for food or whatever. When we uses the stick to disturb them, those red ants will try to attack the stick, trying to protect their own territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not go around to hunt for food, so we "pity" them and we throw some food bits into the hole. The food drops into the bottom of the hole, but they did not went down to collect those food. Poor ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, there is a very very heavy rain. It nearly flood the whole of our corridor. After the rain stop, we decided to go outside and see the progress of the red ants. In shock, those red ants, including the red ant queen, are dead(This time the dead is real). The heavy rain has "flood" the entire hole, and the queen is being totally sinked into the hole filled with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very sad at that time, as we are unable to see how the queen ant progress, and we also cannot see the whole formation of the ant's empire. After staying in our flower pot for few years, it just left like that. We feel very sad. We hope that there will still be another queen that can come to our flower pot, perhaps next time we can put the flower pot under an umbrella, so that their home would not be flood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-4737707333274908668?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/4737707333274908668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=4737707333274908668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4737707333274908668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4737707333274908668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/queen-of-red-ant.html' title='Queen of the red ant'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZaO41mvodI/AAAAAAAAARQ/B30b0VNmick/s72-c/1090157384_46b6034a2b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-4768969623929031620</id><published>2009-02-13T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:06:48.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Blog Styles</title><content type='html'>Today is Saturday, 14 February, 2009. Today is Valentines Day. For any other people, maybe it is a day for them to go crazy. Valentines Day is still meaningless and boring for me. Currently, none of my friends are online right now. Probably they go off to celebrate their Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to post on my blogs recently, because my life is very boring, and everyday it is just the same thing happening. I also get more and more bored writing blogs, because there are no new visitors visiting at all. All that comes to visit my blogs are all same old visitors. Unlike all my other friends, their popularity is so widely known that everyday they receives so many comments in their chatboxes. But for mine, it is still very clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not make posts everyday. So please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce some of my blogger friends who are really famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start off with the best blog in asia 2008 first. &lt;a href="http://erichalfredbubihartmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://erichalfredbubihartmann.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person is in the top 10 lists of best asia blog in 2008(Probably being advertised by the Great Ancient Ruler of singapore, Mr Lee Kuan Yew). I like this blog very much. The reason why this is a very good blog is because all his blog contents are "copyright" free. That is the reason why he does not break any copyright rules. His blog contents are also very short, simple, and sweet. Unlike some blogs that writes in essay form. Including mine T.T) His blogs are mostly pictures. A picture tells a thousand words. All his pictures are created all by himself too. His blog is more like a blog of art. He is a very good artist in real life. When comes to designing, nobody can win him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next blog is Raven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://birdking5.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://birdking5.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like this blog very much. I am always jealous about people who understands very good chinese. She write her blog all in chinese. Also, her writing styles are all like poems. I am very jealous, because chinese to me is already very hard, but she can even write poems for every posts. Although I do write english poems, but until now, I only managed to write 6 english poems. Yet she is able to write poems in every posts. Her chinese must be very very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next blog is HYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hooyikyangmemorial.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hooyikyangmemorial.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His blog is also very good. He posts his posts in a simple and informal way, and it is also short and sweet. Also, he has a very very good computer skills. He also has a very very handsome photo on his profile. So that is why a lot of girls come to his blog. Today is Valentines Day, so I guess his chatbox is going to flood. Also, his life is very fascinating, and everyday he will definitely post something to show up on his blog. Unlike us, we do not make posts everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a very long time to catch up to them. I want to be better than them and become the Top 1 best blog in asia(but I have to overcome these 3 "obstacles" first T.T). I do not even have 1,000 visitors until now. But profiles views I have 16,000+ . I wonder why people rather view my profiles than to view my blog? T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-4768969623929031620?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/4768969623929031620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=4768969623929031620&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4768969623929031620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/4768969623929031620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-styles.html' title='Blog Styles'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-8831911229643348017</id><published>2009-02-11T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:26:02.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>The chanting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZPgLf3r5AI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uZ5R6C0Yz_0/s1600-h/okushidasan_01_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301827674483450882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZPgLf3r5AI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uZ5R6C0Yz_0/s400/okushidasan_01_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my previous post mentioned about the 2 incidents, last night there is another incident happening(unlucky T.T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, at around 1am, I am lying on my bed and I am about to fall asleep. After a while, I heard sounds of somone chanting. At first I do not bother about the chanting sound, and tries to sleep. But the chanting sound keeps repeating itself. Then I feel a little irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it is my brother listening to some kind of weird music(he always like to listen to weird music), so I went over to his room to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I get out of my bed, the chanting sound is no longer heard. But I still went over to his room to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also not asleep yet at that time. When I went into his room, he is listening to his very small mp3. I told him that I heard chanting in my room. He said that the sound is not being made by him. He then laughed and said that I am as irritating as the chanting sound, then he went back onto his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After confirming that the sound is not made by my brother, I went back to my bed. The moment I lied on my bed, the chanting sound was heard again. Then I get out of my bed once again, and the chanting sound is gone again. Then I realised that the chanting sound comes from within my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched around my bed to see if there is any "chanting source". But I did not find anything at all. Then I assumed that it must be my neighbours going crazy about religion stuffs, so I ignored it and continues lying on my bed, trying hard to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I had a very strange dream. I dreamed that I am sitting on an open field, surrounded by a group of people. Those people forms a small circle around me. There are around 10 people. Those people dresses in all white. They wear a white robe, white shoes, white gloves, white hat, and white mask(whole body covered with white). It was night time. The same chanting sound was heard. Then suddenly, the moon turns into red colour. Then from very very far away, I see a very very big lava giant man crawling out of a volcano very far away. He looks like a ordinary human, just that he is very huge, and his whole body is being covered with lava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is walking towards me. He is walking very slow. But because he is very huge, so it looks as if he is walking very fast. I am very scared at that time as he is walking nearer and nearer. After a while, he is already standing in front of me looking at me. After that, I woke up. It is already morning. The chanting sound is no longer heard. Then I started to have a feeling that the chanting is made by some evil religion followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tried not to think too much, because the chanting and the dream could be 2 different things. Maybe it is because the chanting keeps going on, and the sound of the chanting is already in my mind, as the chanting keeps repeating the same thing over and over again. That is the reason why the chanting sounds are still heard in my dream, because it is already in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about this chanting, I suddenly recalled another incident. This incident happens when I am only 10 years old(I am very sure that I am 10 years old at that time because I remember telling it to my classmates of that year in school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, asusual on weekdays school life, my father woke me up very early in the morning as I always cannot wake up by myself as I am too tired. When my father wake me up, I suddenly hear a sound of a flute. I remembered at that time, the sky is pure blue. The flute is blowing a same song again and again. The song only have 5 sounds, and until now, I can still remember how the song sounds like. The flute song keeps repeating and repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I am very curious, so I asked my father what is the sound. My father replied me, "It is the sound of the water ghost." I am more curious at that time, and I decided to ask further questions to clarify my thoughts. But my father did not reply me much anymore, but he just said, "Just get ready for school and don't ask so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these incidents does not bother me really much, and I do not think that much either. I am a person who stands more on the reality side, and chooses to ignore any other paranormal stuffs. Whether all these things are true or false, perhaps the truth might come out one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-8831911229643348017?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/8831911229643348017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=8831911229643348017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8831911229643348017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8831911229643348017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/chanting.html' title='The chanting'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZPgLf3r5AI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uZ5R6C0Yz_0/s72-c/okushidasan_01_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5512399110887918926</id><published>2009-02-11T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:14:48.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Sounds of my neighbours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301539321067426226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZLZ7Hr9UbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JwMn7wg674E/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZLaGPvjlSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/CD9OlcyoT_k/s1600-h/DSC07108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301539512208561442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZLaGPvjlSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/CD9OlcyoT_k/s400/DSC07108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to share with you 2 of my incidents. This 2 incidents that I am going to talk about happens a few years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incident 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first incident happens on one night. That time is after midnight. I am inside the toilet. As I am inside the toilet, I suddenly heard a lady's voice. The voice said some words in chinese(although my chinese is not very good, but I can understand this). The voice also sounds very loud and creepy. The voice said, "阴阳界, 哈哈哈。。。". I feel very scared at that time, and I do not even dare to move after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that day, I tried to ask my friends what that word really means(I need to clarify so I asked my friends. As I said my chinese is not very good). My friend went back to ask his father, who always research on paranormal stuffs(just for leisure, not for his jobs). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend give me a call that night, and he said that the word suppose to mean, "World of life and death." My friend also said that that "ghost" is trying to let us know that the world of life and the world of death is connected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am not really scared after this incident. The reason is because I am living in an apartment, and there are many neighbours around me. It could be a possibility that my neighbours are the one making those noises, because I know of a few families who do not sleep in midnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incident 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another incident is that every midnight, when clock strucks 12am, there will be a srange sound. The sound sounds like some rusty metal sound. It sounds like someone riding a bicycle. The sound is quite loud, and the sound will always be heard only when the clock is 12am sharp. Almost every midnight I have heard it. There is one time I am very curious about the sound, and I waited at the window and stare at the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clock finally struck 12am. The sound was heard again. I stare at the road, and keep looking left and right, but I see nothing at all. There is only one road around the place we live(There is a big road, but we need to walk a distance). I am very sure that the sound comes from the road, but I see nothing at all. The sound comes nearer and nearer, but yet, still nothing can be seen. From the time the sound starts till the time the sound fades away, I see nothing at all. I feel very shock, because I am very sure that the sound comes from the road, but why is there nothing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sound still continues until a certain time, the sound is no longer heard anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my friends told me that those are ghosts. But I do not believe in ghosts at all. I believe that those noises that I have heard must be from my neighbours,and I am just too imaginative at that time because I am still very young at that age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4757035783842375835-5512399110887918926?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5512399110887918926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5512399110887918926&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5512399110887918926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5512399110887918926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/sounds-of-my-neighbours.html' title='Sounds of my neighbours?'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZLZ7Hr9UbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JwMn7wg674E/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2467082956511558685</id><published>2009-02-11T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:30:50.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Lost of memories - A good thing or a bad thing?</title><content type='html'>My uncle got robbed on new years' day in singapore during midnight. Until now, he is still lying on the hospital bed in singapore. A few of my relatives managed to went over to the hospital to visit him. They had asked him about the what happen about him. They asks him how did he get into the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, he answered, "2 planes crashed onto each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they returned back they share this piece of information to all of us. Some of us thinks that it is a good thing, as it is good to forget about unpleasant past, but yet some of us thinks that it is not a good thing, as those robbers should be caught and severely punished, if not they might do it again, and more people would get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of the first few weeks, he did remember about the robbers robbing him. But now, he do not even remember it, instead he said he is being sent to hospital because 2 planes crashed onto each other while it is flying(I bet situation would be more critical if it is really plane crash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us suspected that he is lying to us, as he do not want all of us to worry about him. The reason is because he did remember about the incident in the beginning few weeks, but after that, he began to said that he is being sent to hospital by plane crash. Moreover, he still remembered every single one of us(for all those who visited him, including relatives and friends), this shows that his memory should not be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is really losing memory or just an act, we decided not to ask him further question, and all we wish for is just that he could faster recover and go back home, and after he had recovered, we will then continue to ask him and see if he could still remember part of the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether he really lose his memory or not, both have its advantages. If he remembered the incident, there is hope for the robbers to be caught, as there is also an eye-witness who is willing to help us. If he already forget about the incident, it is also a good thing as he could forget about all the unpleasant past. The most important thing right now is to hope that he could recover soon, and to leave his hospital bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-2467082956511558685?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2467082956511558685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2467082956511558685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2467082956511558685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2467082956511558685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-of-memories-good-thing-or-bad.html' title='Lost of memories - A good thing or a bad thing?'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5508660513272870294</id><published>2009-02-09T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:00:41.752-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Inconsiderate people corrupted by greed</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, there is a lady who lives on the opposite block from us. She came at about 10am, and she came to borrow some money from us, and she said that she had an emergency and need to use the money. She also promise us that she will return us the money very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she went out and she left her keys inside the house. She need the money because she said she is going to call someone to break open the door, so that she is able to get into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see her as a person who could be trusted, as we did see each other sometimes, as we only live nearby, but we are not very close. We are just trying to be a good person, so we borrowed her the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After borrowing the money, my father recalls about her, and feel that things are not very right. When she call the person to knock open the door, and she could get into the house to get the money. She could also call her relatives around her and asks for help. Why would she want to borrow money from us? Moreover, we are not very close to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our predictions were right. After that day, she really did not return back to us anymore. We felt very angry after that incident. She break her own promise. She also break our trust. From now on, I bet that she will be living with guilt for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another incident, which happens in my school. I remember there is one time, I found my classmate's lost wallet. I wanted to return it to her, but I need to rush to meet a teacher. So I have no other choice but to pass to another classmate to ask him to pass to that classmate. Later that day, my classmate who lost the wallet said that her wallet has lost. At that time, I am very shocked. So I went to ask the person who I pass the wallet to, and ask him whether he had already returned the wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my surprise, he actually said that I did not pass him any wallet at all. I am very angry after that incident. I went to tell the teacher, but that person keep denying it. I keep insisted that I have passed the wallet to him, and that guy keep insisted that I did not give him any wallet. In the end, both of us became the "suspect".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate all the inconsiderate people who cheated other people's things and other people's feelings. At the same time, they will also lost trust from others, and will be living with guilt in their entire life. I really hope that these people can be more considerate, so that we can trust each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-5508660513272870294?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5508660513272870294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5508660513272870294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5508660513272870294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5508660513272870294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/inconsiderate-people-corrupted-by-greed.html' title='Inconsiderate people corrupted by greed'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-6589460007005620651</id><published>2009-02-07T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:51:45.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One minute's Mistake, One life time's Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SY1nr8Q1CmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WP5vi8Y19Hk/s1600-h/friendship_of_steel_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300006341093689954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SY1nr8Q1CmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WP5vi8Y19Hk/s400/friendship_of_steel_1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few years ago, I used to have a very close friend. We share the same interest, do things together, help each other. Whatever decisions that we had, we will always respect each other's decision, and will not object it. Our friendship is really wonderful, and he is the greatest friend I have ever had in my entire life. But our friendship did not last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately for now, we have lost contact already, just because of one incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember at that time, I am only 12 years old. That is the year I know this friend, and also the year I lost this friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident happens on the time close to our final year exam. On that day, we went back to school to revise for our final year exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our revision, me, my friend, and my brother went around to play as we are bored after the school revision. Then suddenly, one of my stupid idea had came. We decided to sneak into school to play the school computer. Because at that time, we do not have computer at home, as we are very poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I suggested that idea, we immediately head back to school. We sneak into one of the classrooms, as every classrooms has a computer. We started to on the computer, and started playing the computer over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we only plan to play it for just a while. But we got too addicted in it, and we even stayed till 5pm, until one of the teachers walked into the classroom and caught us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were being brought into the office, and at that time, the principal asks us a lot of questions. At that time, we are very scared. We keep finding a lot of excuses and lies to defend ourselves. Luckily in the end, they decided to let us go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that incident, my friend become very angry about me. From that time onwards, we did not talk to each other anymore. I tried to talk to him and apologize to him, but he still ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards until the day of graduation, we are totally like strangers, and we did not talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation, he called me and asks for my result, but at that time, I did not tell him. That is because I fear that he might tell one of my enemy my result, as that enemy keep asking around for my result. So once again, I have lost another hope and another chance for not telling him my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the phone call, that was the last time I have ever heard of his voice. I wanted to regain the friendship, but all was too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-6589460007005620651?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/6589460007005620651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=6589460007005620651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6589460007005620651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6589460007005620651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-minutes-mistake-one-life-times.html' title='One minute&apos;s Mistake, One life time&apos;s Regret'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SY1nr8Q1CmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WP5vi8Y19Hk/s72-c/friendship_of_steel_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2405876537449654221</id><published>2009-02-06T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:01:19.653-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Type like L</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SY1E9AKMcTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/L8QVjNuv3yY/s1600-h/death-note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299968151290409266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SY1E9AKMcTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/L8QVjNuv3yY/s400/death-note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have watched the Death Note movie, you will noticed there is one of the character inside called L. In the movie, L behaves strangely. One of his features is that he typed only with 2 fingers, like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not that I wanted to follow the trend or whatever, but its that I always type with 2 fingers, unless I am holding shift for capital letter or whatever. The reason why I type with 2 fingers is because I realised that I am unable to concentrate very good if I am using a lot of fingers, because until now, I am still unable to memorise every single position of the keys in the keyboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when I see my friend can type so fast with their 10 fingers on the keyboard, I am really jealous. I tried to learn to type using all my 8 fingers, but I find that it is more difficult to concentrate on every of the 8 fingers. Some people can even type without looking at the keyboard. They are so familiar with all the positions on the keyboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They must have learn typing since they are very young. But I am born in a poor family, so of course, I do not have any computer in my house. The current computer we are using is actually can be considered given by our auntie. My auntie won a lottery, and she give part of the money to us, and asks my father to buy a computer for us. If our auntie did not supply us with a money, maybe until now we still do not have a computer. We feel very fortunate to have good relatives around us helping us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now as we are grown up, we have more lesser free time. But maybe I will still try to learn to type with all fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-2405876537449654221?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2405876537449654221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2405876537449654221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2405876537449654221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2405876537449654221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/type-it-like-l.html' title='Type like L'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SY1E9AKMcTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/L8QVjNuv3yY/s72-c/death-note.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-6238182165240089911</id><published>2009-02-05T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:56:31.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Wars - Revenge of the Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear visitors who visited my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure if I write this post, I would definitely be killed by a lot of japanese, because it concerns japanese food. But I really wish to pass this important message to whoever it may concern, because this is a very serious matter, and I hope my messages are able to save a lot of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received this article from a friend and decided to post it up because this piece of article may concern everyone. Please read this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi and sashimi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299346444792445970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYsPg6-VPBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tT4TEC0ugYI/s400/sushi%2B%26%2Bsashimi%2Bplatter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a true case of a Japanese man from Gifu prefecture who complains incessantly about a persistent headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr. Shota Fujiwara loves his sashimi and sushi very much to extent of trying to get them as 'alive and fresh' as can be for his insatiable appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He develops a severe headache for the past 3 years and has put cut off as migraine(migraine means a severe recurring headache) and stress from work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was only when he started losing his psychomotor(psychomotor means muscular activity which requires mental process) skills that he seeks medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A brain scan and x-ray reveals little however.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But upon closer inspection by a specialist on his scalp, the doctor noticed small movements beneath his skin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was then that the doctor did a local anesthetic(anesthetic is a drug that causes reversible local anesthesia and a loss of nociception.) to his scalp and discovered the cause when tiny worms crawled out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A major surgery was thus immediately called for and the extent of the infestation was horrific.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the attached pictures to the scene that one thought only a movie could produce. (The following picture may make you feel uncomfortable.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299348862858087458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYsRtq-GzCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0gqmTJtQFpI/s400/brain1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299349185928274018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYsSAegCoGI/AAAAAAAAAPo/uGt6lZ-WbEA/s400/brain2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always remember, tapeworms and roundworms and their eggs which abound in all fishes fresh or salt fishes can only be killed by thorough cooking and/or freezing the fish between 4 degree C - 0 degree C.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The eggs of these parasites can only be killed if it is cooked or frozen to the said temperatures for a week or more.Think twice about the raw dish next time... Or you might get a headache.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eating food also has risks. Actually eating food is just like fighting in war. We know that in war, in order to conquer an empire, we first have to kill the leader, and persuade all the citizens in the empire. When all the citizen's mind are at calm and peace, then you are able to rule the empire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When we are eating food, we first have to kill the animal. Then, we need to cook it so that all the germs and bacteria and worms can be killed, then we are able to put it into our mouth to eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When we kill animals to eat, we have to pay a price for killing it. Eating animals is not good after all, so it is still much better to be a vegetarian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Please copy and paste this article on your blog, or please tell this stories to your friends and relatives around you, or you can also ask someone to visit my blog to see this article. If you happen to know any japanese friends, you must tell them about this piece of article, because this article concerns japan the most. If you save other people's life, people will save your life in return. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(~Sigh~ Poor guy. I wonder what happen to him now. T.T )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-6238182165240089911?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/6238182165240089911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=6238182165240089911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6238182165240089911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6238182165240089911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/food-wars-revenge-of-food.html' title='Food Wars - Revenge of the Food'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYsPg6-VPBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tT4TEC0ugYI/s72-c/sushi%2B%26%2Bsashimi%2Bplatter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-6755963277007729457</id><published>2009-02-05T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:47:54.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One step behind Technology</title><content type='html'>There is once when I am talking on msn with one of my singaporean friend. We are talking about several topics. Suddenly, she asks me about my picture. I told her I do not have it. Then she said again, "Don't you have a handphone to take pictures?" I replied back, "I don't have a handphone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she seems very shocked, and she replied back, "oh my god!! Are you living on the 21st century? You are so freaky and scary. Don't talk to me anymore." After she said that, I feel very angry. Is new technology really so important in our life that we cannot live without it? My family is poor, and there are still a lot of things others have, but we do not have. Moreover, I feel that there isn't a need for me to use handphone as I seldom go out with friends, but just mostly staying at home and using the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology to me is not really that inportant. We need them just to make our lives more convenient. If we choose to go for a more advanced way of living, more expenses will have to be wasted. Take for example, a handphone, a car. We still have to pay for phone bills for handphone, and for cars, we still have to go to petrol station to pump diesel into our car in order to work. We have to pay extra prices for living in a more advanced technology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I just want to live in a simple life. But I will try not to be too left behind in technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-6755963277007729457?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/6755963277007729457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=6755963277007729457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6755963277007729457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6755963277007729457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-step-behind-technology.html' title='One step behind Technology'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-3900541742387335533</id><published>2009-02-05T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:09:49.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore's Darkest Secret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17qhGIwyGj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/17qhGIwyGj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video about how Singapore minister Lee Kuan Yew get into power, and his secrets behind. This is a very interesting video. I suggest that Singaporeans should watch this video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-3900541742387335533?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/3900541742387335533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=3900541742387335533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3900541742387335533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/3900541742387335533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/singapores-darkest-secret.html' title='Singapore&apos;s Darkest Secret?'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5764121604040168263</id><published>2009-02-04T01:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:31:37.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>How to overcome your fear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYlcn-UOjTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QD9j_yAyfro/s1600-h/donald18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298868278390590770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYlcn-UOjTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QD9j_yAyfro/s400/donald18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who once had a bad experience about something in life, that leads them into a fear that haunts them forever. It can be anything that causes them into fear. We can run away from all these fear, and we cannot hide from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is few ways to cure the fear. The first way is to let it come to you. If you have watched the Batman Movie, batman used to be very scared of bats when he was young. However, he has a very strong will of trying to overcome his fear. In the end, he managed to overcome it by living together with bats. In chinese, there is a word, "以毒攻毒", which means to use poison to fight against poison. So in order to overcome our fear, we have to face it bravely. If we choose to run away from it, we are actually running away from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the best way to overcome fear is to face it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-5764121604040168263?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5764121604040168263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5764121604040168263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5764121604040168263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5764121604040168263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-overcome-your-fear.html' title='How to overcome your fear?'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYlcn-UOjTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QD9j_yAyfro/s72-c/donald18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-6272636008117685573</id><published>2009-02-03T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:20:12.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Just a simple blog</title><content type='html'>Recently I have went into other people's blog to view their blog. I realised that all their blogs are all very nice. Some of their blogs even have very special features, such as moving words, colourful cursors, beautiful background, moving animation, and many more. But my blog is so plain and empty, and my blog compared to them, is nothing at all. I am very weak in all those computer skills, like all those HTML and stuffs. Although I have had computer lessons before, but I am still very confused about computer stuffs. Luckily I have a few good friends who are very good at computer stuffs, and they help me with my blog. That at least make my blog looks a little more interesting, but still not interesting enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends have a lot of visitors visiting their blogs each day. They are able to have few hundreds of visitors each day, but for mine, no even more than 20 visitors each day. Their blogs are too wonderful and too good, and also, every single day, there are a lot of comments saying that their blogs are very beautiful, until now, there are uncountable number of people visiting their blogs, saying that their blogs are very wonderful, but mine is just so plain. All my comments are only left by a few close friends, and no other visitors has said that my blog is very interesting and beautiful. I bet people do not even want to look at my blog, they just thought they have entered the wrong blog. Also, my friends did posts on their blogs every single day, but I seldom do any posts on my blog. Also, every posts that I have made are all just nonsense stuffs. The reason is because my life is too boring, and there is nothing interesting in my life at all, so I have nothing much to talk about in my life. Unlike other people, life is like a movie, everyday there are interesting things happening. But actually I do not have to worry about nobody visiting my blog at all, because I still hold a final ultimate weapon on my hand, which is my poems. My friends around me have read my poems, and they all think that my poems are very wonderful, and a few friends even tried to write a few poem to challenge against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these poems to me are too precious, and if I post these poems up, others might just copy it, and then paste on their own blog, and in the end they get all the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english is also very weak, as I have failed my english exams. I hope people who have read my blog will be able to tolerate my poor english.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-6272636008117685573?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/6272636008117685573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=6272636008117685573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6272636008117685573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6272636008117685573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-simple-blog.html' title='Just a simple blog'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-934560450473952067</id><published>2009-02-02T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:11:37.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='カフェ、旅行、秋'/><title type='text'>The Demon World</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298191397870793666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYb1AV4ec8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/c0HABerOLGQ/s400/Tooth_and_Claw_werewolf_by_wolfie66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYb0v_F8lII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3Z_njuQyFO4/s1600-h/WereWolf-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298191116875371650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYb0v_F8lII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3Z_njuQyFO4/s400/WereWolf-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298190996140081810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYb0o9UaQpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1YtKPdxdRu4/s400/Werewolf_by_necromanga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYbyRjhET_I/AAAAAAAAANw/_4HBMMXWa7g/s1600-h/Fantasy_The_lord_of__hell_009611_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298188395053600754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYbyRjhET_I/AAAAAAAAANw/_4HBMMXWa7g/s400/Fantasy_The_lord_of__hell_009611_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298189072461249042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYby4_DouhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5fj2QboG6DM/s400/Ascendant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am still very young, I had a very scary nightmare which I can still remember it until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare is about me being in a place where the sky is red. I am standing on a piece of deserted glassland, and I am all alone. Suddenly, a lot of monsters appear, and they are all chasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so scared at that time, and I keep running and running, and I do not dare to look back, but just keep running towards the position that I am running to endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running and running with total fear. Suddenly, in my front, very far away, I see another group of monsters chasing me. After that, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this dream is just a few minutes dream, but I feel that this is the most horrible and the most scariest nightmare I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this dream had happened, I told my friends about what I had dream, and he told me that this world that I had dream of actually exist in the legend. Legend says that The Demon World is a world filled with a lot of Demons. This world that I have dream of is actually called The Demon World. At that time, I am really shocked. Before this dream had happened, I did not even heard anything about the demon world, but why would I even have such a dream? Also, this dream really make me feel very scared eventhough it is just a few minutes dream. I could even say that this is the most scariest nightmare I have ever had. I am so scared that I do not dare to fall asleep the next night. I have had other nightmares before, but I am not as scared as this demon world dream that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this world really exist? Or is it only an imagination created by humans? Is my dream really real? Or is it just a coincidence? If this dream about this world is not real, why do I feel terribly scared after this dream, but not in any other nightmares? Is this a sign or a evidence of the existence of this world? Or am I just thinking too much?&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/4757035783842375835-934560450473952067?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/934560450473952067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=934560450473952067&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/934560450473952067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/934560450473952067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/demon-world.html' title='The Demon World'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYb1AV4ec8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/c0HABerOLGQ/s72-c/Tooth_and_Claw_werewolf_by_wolfie66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-1565549085499904706</id><published>2009-01-31T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:51:40.262-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='カフェ、旅行、秋'/><title type='text'>My uncle is still in hospital.   :(</title><content type='html'>Today is 1st of february of the year 2009. One month has passed for the year 2009. My uncle has been lying on the hospital bed for a month. He has been lying on the hospital bed after he is being robbed by 2 malays in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been lying on the hospital bed for a month, so I guess you all could imagine how serious his injuries is. Few days ago my relatives went over to the hospital to visit my uncle, he is still unable to eat. He has to eat through a tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those stupid robbers are still not yet caught. If they are really caught, they should be punished severely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-1565549085499904706?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/1565549085499904706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=1565549085499904706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/1565549085499904706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/1565549085499904706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-uncle-is-still-in-hospital.html' title='My uncle is still in hospital.   :('/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-8652646464108375716</id><published>2009-01-31T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:05:25.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='カフェ、旅行、秋'/><title type='text'>I support Palestine!!!</title><content type='html'>At first I decided to be fair to support both sides at the same time, but after I heard of stories about both parties, I wish to give support to the Palestine. I have a good friend in Palestine. I have to be fair to him. Also, the number of visitors that visit my blog started to decrease again. After a long time of thinking, I decided to support palestine. I love Palestine. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-8652646464108375716?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/8652646464108375716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=8652646464108375716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8652646464108375716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8652646464108375716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-support-palestine.html' title='I support Palestine!!!'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5674919043018690343</id><published>2009-01-31T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:08:07.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>My Childhood's Scary Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYQxAUqaIiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2hXTPbKYKdU/s1600-h/hr_The_Dark_Knight_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297412943310889506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYQxAUqaIiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2hXTPbKYKdU/s400/hr_The_Dark_Knight_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one incident which it happens when I am still very young ago. It happens in a shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I am a very naughty boy, and I love to run about when my parents are doing shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one night where my family went to a shopping mall for shopping. I am playful at that time, and I ran about around the whole shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran to this place where there is stairs and a lift. At the lift, there is a man, whose age is around 30s, standing there waiting for the lift. I look at him for a while, and he also keep staring at me. I did not really care him, so I ignore him, and I opened the stairway door, I walked down the deserted stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, the man opened the door, and he is also walking the stairs. I knew in my mind it is definitely that man, because I know that there is only that man waiting at the lift. Then suddenly, I feel that the man is very strange, and I have a feeling that he is after me. I was very scared at that time, because there is only 2 of us walking on the stairs. So I quickly ran down the stairs as fast as I could. That man also increases his speed after I increase my speed. Then I know definitely something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finally reached the first floor and go to the place where there are people around, I walked towards those crowd. When I turned my head, the man is only right behind me. I looked up, he pretends that he did not look at me, and keep looking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so scared at that time, and I quickly ran as fast as I could into the main enterance of the shopping mall where there are a lot of crowds over there. I keep running and running, until I finally found my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That incident is very scary, and until now it still haunts my mind. I really do not know what will happen to me if at that time I really could not make it on time to open the stairs exit, or if I am running more slower, or fall down half-way. If I do not make it to the stairs exit on time, today I might not even be here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to advice to all the small children that please do not leave your parents and to run about alone, especially in a deserted place. If you are unlucky, you might even meet bad guys going after you, just like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-5674919043018690343?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5674919043018690343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5674919043018690343&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5674919043018690343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5674919043018690343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-childhoods-scary-incident.html' title='My Childhood&apos;s Scary Incident'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYQxAUqaIiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2hXTPbKYKdU/s72-c/hr_The_Dark_Knight_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-307443336264974211</id><published>2009-01-30T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:33:59.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>How to lengthen your time?</title><content type='html'>Dear visitors who visit my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Do you always feels that time passes very fast? Now I am going to tell you a way to make time seems longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In one day, there is 24 hours. Of course, part of the time we are used for sleeping. We have to organise our time we used for sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Take for example, Person A sleeps for 6 hours everyday. He will have 18 hours of active time everyday. Person B sleeps for 12 hours everyday, therefore his active time will decrease to only 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Some people may think that time still passes 24 hours as usual, and there is no differences, but actually there is. If you sleep longer time, your active time will be lessen, therefore you will feel that your days will be passing much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Let's take another example. Person A and Person B are all going to make a certain number of pie. The total time of finishing one pie is 1 hour. Person A has 18 hours of active time, therefore he is able to make 18 pies a day. But for person B, he only has 12 active hours, so he can only make 12 pies in a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   From this, you are able to tell that Person B's time has actually shortened, and person A has 6 extra hours more than Person B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In order to make our time longer, we must learn how to make use our time, and learn how to manage our time. So sleep lesser(but not too less) and try to wake up early in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              By: Professor KY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-307443336264974211?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/307443336264974211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=307443336264974211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/307443336264974211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/307443336264974211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-lengthen-your-time.html' title='How to lengthen your time?'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-5588902944615512221</id><published>2009-01-30T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:00:30.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>My fame is still rising!!!</title><content type='html'>Today when I am surfing the internet, I realized a few websites with my blog link on it. I tried to go into the website to find out what it is about. At first I thought it is going to link to someone else's blog, so I clicked on the link. The link actually goes to my blog!!! I am so shock. I think it is because I am too famous, and these websites are trying to use my blog address to help in their advertising. I does not really matter, because if they are using my blog address to help themselves to do advertising, at the same time, they are also helpping me to do advertising. I am so happy. Here are 2 of the links that contains links to my blog address. You can take a look if you are curious, or suspecting whether my fame has been pretending or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link Number 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogblogs.com.br/blog/soulofknight-blogspot-com/estrelas"&gt;http://blogblogs.com.br/blog/soulofknight-blogspot-com/estrelas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link Number 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.startaid.com/review/1491566/soulofknight-blogspot-com.html"&gt;http://www.startaid.com/review/1491566/soulofknight-blogspot-com.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-5588902944615512221?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/5588902944615512221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=5588902944615512221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5588902944615512221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/5588902944615512221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/famous-or-notorious.html' title='My fame is still rising!!!'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-8632520280956156912</id><published>2009-01-29T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:16:45.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>My Previous Posts</title><content type='html'>Dear visitors who have visit my blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I have edited some of my previous posts to make my blog more interesting. In order to become the best blogger in asia, I have no choice but to edit it. So please do not forget to see my previous posts. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-8632520280956156912?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/8632520280956156912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=8632520280956156912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8632520280956156912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8632520280956156912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-previous-posts.html' title='My Previous Posts'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-877030668425690011</id><published>2009-01-29T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:53:40.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>My fame is EVERYWHERE!!!  XD</title><content type='html'>LOOK!!! KY!!! ITS ME!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v-xM0J9tQzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v-xM0J9tQzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-877030668425690011?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/877030668425690011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=877030668425690011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/877030668425690011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/877030668425690011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-fame-is-everywhere-xd.html' title='My fame is EVERYWHERE!!!  XD'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-8956734928724115789</id><published>2009-01-28T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:37:33.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Star Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBcwJmZo6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ogrOyn39ys0/s1600-h/t_boba_fett_wallpaper_824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335144068162466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBcwJmZo6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ogrOyn39ys0/s400/t_boba_fett_wallpaper_824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBcmvZmOUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3oshtJAjG18/s1600-h/starwars80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334982416316738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBcmvZmOUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3oshtJAjG18/s400/starwars80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBb4AKKp0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wDOUP_HjVRc/s1600-h/10204247A~Darth-Vader-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334179461146434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBb4AKKp0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wDOUP_HjVRc/s400/10204247A~Darth-Vader-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbwrX1HUI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qLJEQXxkPdY/s1600-h/anakin-skywalker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334053622226242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbwrX1HUI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qLJEQXxkPdY/s400/anakin-skywalker1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBboHjkucI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8Gl8So4WRA4/s1600-h/darth_vader_sith_lords_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333906568853954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBboHjkucI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8Gl8So4WRA4/s400/darth_vader_sith_lords_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbh8u42AI/AAAAAAAAALw/JZJynhSGIrc/s1600-h/Episode_4_Darth_Vader_Points_Leia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333800584304642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbh8u42AI/AAAAAAAAALw/JZJynhSGIrc/s400/Episode_4_Darth_Vader_Points_Leia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbapW7XaI/AAAAAAAAALo/uR-zycu8RrA/s1600-h/ewan_mcgregor16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333675124448674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbapW7XaI/AAAAAAAAALo/uR-zycu8RrA/s400/ewan_mcgregor16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbRwMg3RI/AAAAAAAAALg/A2ysxFxYwdY/s1600-h/ROTS_Anakin_Skywalker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333522340994322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbRwMg3RI/AAAAAAAAALg/A2ysxFxYwdY/s400/ROTS_Anakin_Skywalker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbMvOr8hI/AAAAAAAAALY/E0FH_KwVxH0/s1600-h/saberwiki_swcreators_anakin_skywalker_anakinskywalker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333436182327826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbMvOr8hI/AAAAAAAAALY/E0FH_KwVxH0/s400/saberwiki_swcreators_anakin_skywalker_anakinskywalker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbHx4mHnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/v_1fdF3wN8Y/s1600-h/sith1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333350995631730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbHx4mHnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/v_1fdF3wN8Y/s400/sith1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbDA_TdII/AAAAAAAAALI/Qc75YhlBmy8/s1600-h/SithLord1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333269150954626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBbDA_TdII/AAAAAAAAALI/Qc75YhlBmy8/s400/SithLord1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBa9X-M7DI/AAAAAAAAALA/SMSO1Cab2QM/s1600-h/star-wars-sith-lords1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333172241132594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBa9X-M7DI/AAAAAAAAALA/SMSO1Cab2QM/s400/star-wars-sith-lords1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBa3L416CI/AAAAAAAAAK4/p4vIgtTcK-c/s1600-h/sw1-darthmaul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333065918212130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBa3L416CI/AAAAAAAAAK4/p4vIgtTcK-c/s400/sw1-darthmaul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/4757035783842375835-8956734928724115789?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/8956734928724115789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=8956734928724115789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8956734928724115789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8956734928724115789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/star-wars.html' title='Star Wars'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBcwJmZo6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ogrOyn39ys0/s72-c/t_boba_fett_wallpaper_824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-2662756698428357671</id><published>2009-01-28T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:14:42.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>The Science Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBJP5jcnVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/r8SYSJ-rfU4/s1600-h/matter-and-energy-Physics-e%3Dmc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296313699284065618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBJP5jcnVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/r8SYSJ-rfU4/s400/matter-and-energy-Physics-e%3Dmc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day during the science lesson, John's teacher tell the class, "Science is all around us. Everything that we see, everything that we feel, all are science."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What about Formulas, teacher? They are also considered science. Are they all around us as well?" John asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Of course they are. Take for example Force. We required force to hold things up. Even a stationary object has potential energy. Formulas are part of science, they are also all around us." The teacher replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days later, John fall sick, and he went to visit a doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hello, my little friend! What happen to you today? You don't look good today." The Doctor asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes! I got a fever today, and I am feeling very bad right now." John replied in a weak voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh! Alright! Come on, take a seat. Let me take a look at your condition." The doctor said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few minutes of examining, the doctor write a prescription, and then said to John, "John, you had a high fever. You should take a good rest at home. I will give you a 2 days MC (Medical Certificate) to rest at home for a few days."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recalling what his teacher had said, he replied "But Doctor, I feel that my condition is very bad. I vomitted a lot of times this morning, and whenever I eat something, I will end up vomitting out everything. Now I am feeling very weak now. I cannot just have an MC thats all. I need an E." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"An E? What is an E?" The Doctor asked in confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"An E! You know? Have you ever heard of E = MC^2 ? Yes! That E! I cannot just have a 2 days MC. I feel really bad. I think I need 4 days MC!" John said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"E = MC^2 ? But this formula is not supposed to be used on clinics, you know?" The doctor said, nearly laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No! My teacher said that science is everywhere. Formulas are also considered science. So in other words, it also means formulas are also everywhere around us. Why can't I used this formula?" John yelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor: "............" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4757035783842375835-2662756698428357671?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/2662756698428357671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=2662756698428357671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2662756698428357671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/2662756698428357671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/science-joke.html' title='The Science Joke'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBJP5jcnVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/r8SYSJ-rfU4/s72-c/matter-and-energy-Physics-e%3Dmc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-8488890624904092760</id><published>2009-01-28T03:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:21:49.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>The Animal Joke</title><content type='html'>Tortoise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBAaEyTfgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/A8JxAm_5HaM/s1600-h/tortoise03tfk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296303978493214210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBAaEyTfgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/A8JxAm_5HaM/s400/tortoise03tfk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBAVFYnkvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TDlBOSGBxeg/s1600-h/White-faced%2520Monkey%2520485051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296303892754567922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBAVFYnkvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TDlBOSGBxeg/s400/White-faced%2520Monkey%2520485051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrot &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBAN0DBL9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dlhK_t3SjqI/s1600-h/parrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296303767841484754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBAN0DBL9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dlhK_t3SjqI/s400/parrot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are three animals, a parrot, a monkey, and a tortoise. They are on a plane. Suddenly, the plane lost control, and it is going to crash. Then the parrot suggests that they will jump one by one after by the count of three. So they each grab a parachute and prepare to jump. The parrot counts first, and the parrot jump first. The monkey do not know how to speak, so it cannot count, but it “monkey see, monkey do”, so it follow the parrot count and follow the parrot jump, but the tortoise don’t know how to count, and also did not know how to follow, so in the end, the tortoise did not jump, and it ends up in the crash. But in the end, why only the monkey die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because after the parrot jump, the parrot did not open the parachute. Because the parrot has wings, and it uses wings to fly. The monkey “monkey see, monkey do”, and it just follows the action of the parrot. But monkeys don’t have wings, so the monkey continues to drop, and the monkey don’t know what the parachute is for, and also don't know how to use a parachute. As for the tortoise, it has a hard shell to protect it, so it survives in the crash. So, only the monkey dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-8488890624904092760?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/8488890624904092760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=8488890624904092760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8488890624904092760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/8488890624904092760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/animal-joke.html' title='The Animal Joke'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYBAaEyTfgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/A8JxAm_5HaM/s72-c/tortoise03tfk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-575607611995804241</id><published>2009-01-28T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:42:54.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (Il Buono, il Brutto, il Cattivo)</title><content type='html'>The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (Italian: Il Buono, il Brutto, il Cattivo) is a 1966 Italian epic spaghetti western film directed by Sergio Leone, starring Clint Eastwood, Lee Van Cleef, and Eli Wallach in the title roles. The screenplay was written by Age &amp;amp; Scarpelli, Luciano Vincenzoni and Leone, based on a story by Vincenzoni and Leone. Director of photography Tonino Delli Colli was responsible for the film's sweeping widescreen cinematography and Ennio Morricone composed the famous film score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good, the Bad and the Ugly has been described as European cinema's best representative of the Western genre film, and Quentin Tarantino has called it "the best-directed film of all time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fame of this movie is very well known, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good, The Bad &amp;amp; The Ugly - Spanish Intro (Opening Theme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIXqSsd37uQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIXqSsd37uQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296296640011773650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYA5u6z_JtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7i9OMpPD4G8/s400/ClintEastwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296296999599381954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYA6D2YWncI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kX50y89bhpU/s400/Angeleyescleef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Ugly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296297696718024770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYA6sbWY8EI/AAAAAAAAAKI/U5J2OB_MVbU/s400/TucoGBU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-575607611995804241?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/575607611995804241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=575607611995804241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/575607611995804241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/575607611995804241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-bad-and-ugly-il-buono-il-brutto-il.html' title='The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (Il Buono, il Brutto, il Cattivo)'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SYA5u6z_JtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7i9OMpPD4G8/s72-c/ClintEastwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-7951300924854103453</id><published>2009-01-26T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:09:45.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Mind Your Language - Hello Sailor</title><content type='html'>Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KB0MuxP5K2s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KB0MuxP5K2s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxbr3B-Hwbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxbr3B-Hwbo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/usC8I7JljXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/usC8I7JljXI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikutR-SGrfM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikutR-SGrfM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-7951300924854103453?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/7951300924854103453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=7951300924854103453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7951300924854103453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7951300924854103453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/mind-your-language-hello-sailor.html' title='Mind Your Language - Hello Sailor'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-7060502072314194515</id><published>2009-01-26T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:37:51.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Mind Your Language - Come Back All Is Forgiven</title><content type='html'>Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yU3SvDqDQZo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yU3SvDqDQZo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYivWFvSLwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYivWFvSLwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqUi__J85Zk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqUi__J85Zk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Fz1l3SLmfE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Fz1l3SLmfE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-7060502072314194515?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/7060502072314194515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=7060502072314194515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7060502072314194515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/7060502072314194515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/mind-your-language-come-back-all-is.html' title='Mind Your Language - Come Back All Is Forgiven'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-6287923045178520281</id><published>2009-01-26T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:39:07.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Mind Your Language - A Point Of Houour</title><content type='html'>Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MmpbLtxdy3g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MmpbLtxdy3g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dhlCjJInovE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dhlCjJInovE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufxHZl3sZRw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufxHZl3sZRw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/agXj3MRvguw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/agXj3MRvguw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-6287923045178520281?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/6287923045178520281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=6287923045178520281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6287923045178520281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/6287923045178520281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/mind-your-language-point-of-houour.html' title='Mind Your Language - A Point Of Houour'/><author><name>soulofknight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08669583048457729774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHHTvTVxCmc/SZQYWOe80GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LxgcKk84C60/S220/4544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757035783842375835.post-218780397273589004</id><published>2009-01-26T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:42:07.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='カフェ、旅行、秋'/><title type='text'>Mind Your Language - Better To Have Loved And Lost</title><content type='html'>Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFVUp4pnk5A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFVUp4pnk5A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJtAucfMBYs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJtAucfMBYs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJgI45kkLDA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJgI45kkLDA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZaFrsr_WB9A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZaFrsr_WB9A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757035783842375835-218780397273589004?l=soulofknight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/feeds/218780397273589004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757035783842375835&amp;postID=218780397273589004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/218780397273589004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757035783842375835/posts/default/218780397273589004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulofknight.blogspot.com/2009/01/mind-your-language-better-to-have-loved.html' title='Mind Your Language - 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