<?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-8782623806099756588</id><updated>2011-12-05T02:59:43.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sTOry</title><subtitle type='html'>I know my story have a lot of grammar mistake and error. I'm so sorry. Hope all of you will understand what I'm trying to wrire. TQ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-4138444026663909875</id><published>2011-12-05T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:59:43.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are the one p1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Everyone is very kind to me. They always help me and shows a helping hand to me whenever I need them. My world has been very dark since the day I was born. My parents think I’m their burden so they left me to my grandma who has been living in a small village. All the villagers are very kind hearted. They always take care of me whenever my grandma was busy. Everyone in the village calls me Miss Fu or Fu Err although my parents named me Fu Tang. In Chinese it means burden. I have been living with my grandma and grandpa so far until they passed away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;All the villagers know my parents will never come back for me or my both grandparents. They gave me a piece of paper which written an address by my grandma. They told me that address is belongs to my uncle which never come back the village ever since he ran away from home. If I wanted to go find him Wen Han will bring me to him. If I don’t want to, they will take care of me. I didn’t want to trouble them so I decided to go find my uncle, Jian Ken.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Wen Han is Mr. Ho’s elder son. He has been working In US. He is a good and kind big brother to me. He will come back to the village with his wife once in awhile to visit Mr. Ho and the villagers. He also has a daughter who very kind hearted as her father. She was 15 years old, younger than me 5 years. Whenever she comes back she will buy me a pretty dress. She always tells me that I’m beautiful. If I’m out from this village sure there will be a lot of guy chase after me. She wasn’t the only one tells me that. My grandma and grandpa once told me the same things too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After my grandparents passed away, the villagers help me to pack my things up and clean the house for me. They told me I’m welcome to come back whenever I want to before I left the village. Wen Han sent me to the airport to meet up his wife and daughter. He can’t bring me to my uncle because his company just called. So he gives the responsibility to his wife and daughter. We took a flight to Singapore to search for Uncle Jian. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After a few hours, we finally arrived to Singapore. We took a taxi to a nearby hotel to check in. Rin, Wen Han’s daughter bring me to sit a side while she and Jess, her mom go check in. While I was sitting alone at there, suddenly I felt someone touching my lap. “Is that you, Rin?” nobody answers me. That person must be a molester. I pushed away that person’s hand and stand up. I kicked someone’s leg and I fall. I felt the same hand which touched me was holding my hand and another hand were grabbing my breast so I screamed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Another person hand grabbed my hand and pulled me to his direction. “Mister, please watch out what you are doing to this miss.” said an unknown guy. “Are you alright?” I was stunned for few seconds. Then I heard Jess’s voices. “Fu Err, are you alright? What did this man did to you?” Jess suspected the man who saves me was the one who molest me. I explain to her the guy who molests me wasn’t this guy. I can feel the differences between their hand sizes, although I can’t see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;That guy who saved me was that hotel supervisor. He apologizes to me that such things happened to me in this hotel. He wanted to give me his name card but I can’t reach it. Rin helped me to take it and explain to that guy that I’m blind. Rin told me that guy name is Knight. After she told me his name, Rin and I can’t stop laughing. Jess scolded us for no manners. So we apologize to Knight for our rudeness. I can hear he is laughing too. That night Rin told me that Knight is a very cute and handsome guy and also strong. The first two things Rin descript I didn’t know is it true or not but I admit that Knight is truly a strong guy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-4138444026663909875?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4138444026663909875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-are-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/4138444026663909875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/4138444026663909875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-are-one.html' title='you are the one p1'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-3799770943130300325</id><published>2011-12-05T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:57:10.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>only you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;            What is love? Sometimes it feels so sweet but sometimes it feels so painful too. Why loving someone you love is so hard? Why love can’t be easy and sweet in the same time? Why is it has to be hard and painful? Love is just happiness that everyone wishes to have it. But for somebody, happiness is very hard to get it just like me. If I haven’t let go the relationship between me and my boyfriend, I think I will never have any happiness in my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3 years ago….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;            My name is Izumi Kyoto. I have a boyfriend that very love me and he is the most popular guy in the school. His name is Ryou Sakuma. He is a year older than me. He is smart, handsome, cute and popular guy. He is a prince of every girl in school. Although I’m not that smart, beautiful, pretty, and cute but he still love me and stay by my side. I feel so lucky because a girl like me confessed to a most popular guy in the school and didn’t get rejected. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;            Everyday he will walk me home no matter how busy he is. I really wish this relationship will last forever but this happy relationship will not last long. Our relationship starts changing when a girl name Ayasa Nomiya transfer to our school. The relationship between Ayasa and Ryou were so close. I think it is because they are childhood friend and they know each other for almost 10 years. She always tells me things about Ryou in class while teacher is not teaching. The more she told me about Ryou, the more I feel that I’m a girlfriend that doesn’t know anything about her boyfriend. I know nothing about Ryou. I also don’t know that Ryou hates shopping but he still accompany me to shopping. I feel so down while Ayasa was telling me things about Ryou. It is like almost everything I like to do is the things that Ryou don’t like at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;            From that day onwards, I start to change myself to fit Ryou. I do everything that Ryou likes and give up what I like because they are the things that Ryou don’t like. Ryou seems to be happy and cheerful than before. The truth is I’m not the only one who being changing all the time. Ryou’s heart is starting to change too. He starts to avoid me, telling me that he was busy when I ask him out. He tells me that he has no time to walk me home and also go for dating. I feel the distance between us have become further and further, day by day. I can’t catch up with him. He seems like a bird that flies on the sky. It’s so high, I feel that I will never ever reach the place he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;            A few weeks later, a girl name Iris has transfer to my class. She looks so pretty and friendly. She even comes to talk with me. At first, I felt that she is a weird person because she came to me and ask me to let go. But then she told me that she was a friend of Ryou and Ayasa. She told me that things that been happening 2 years ago between Ryou and Ayasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;            Two years ago, Ryou and Ayasa were in a very deep relationship. They forced to break up when Ayasa had to go to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; study. During those years both of them keep thinking of each other. They still love each other although they were in the different places. The only reason Ryou accept me to be his girlfriend is because of I look like Ayasa. I’m just a substitute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;            I don’t believe that so I ran to find Ryou. I need him to tell me the truth. On the way, I met Joe in front of the library. He asked me why I didn’t attend his birthday party. He tells me that Ryou told him that I’m not free on that day. He also tells me that Ryou bring a girl name Ayasa to his birthday party and they seem to be very close. He asked me to be careful and don’t let others woman take Ryou away. While he was talking with me, my tears keep flowing out. I continue ran to find Ryou and at the end I found him. I found that my boyfriend was kissing another woman in front of me. I don’t dare to walk out and argue with them. At that moment, I realize that no matter how hard I try to change the relationship is still the same. From the beginning, his heart is never being with me. My tears keep flowing out while I thinking the time I spent with Ryou. I try to forget what I heard and what I saw but I can’t. When I think about it my heart feels so pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;            At last I choose to let go this relationship. It’s no use to forget it because this is the truth and it had already happen. That night, I asked Ryou out. I tell him that I want to break up with him. I want to let this relationship go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ryou: Why? What’s makes you want to break up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Izumi: I feel very tired. I try so hard to change our relationship become happy and better but in the end I failed. The only things I got are painful memories. I saw you and Ayasa kissing in front of the school’s gate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ryou: I…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Izumi: You are like a bird that likes to fly on the sky. Although the bird staying with me all the time but its heart is never be with me. I never have a place in your heart. In your heart just has Ayasa. No matter how hard I try but I still can’t reach deep inside your heart. It’s better for me to let go before it is too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ryou: Izumi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Izumi: Thanks for giving me a sweet memories when I’m with you. Although we end up being like this but I’m not regret that I had confessed to you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ryou: No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Izumi: Ryou…please I’m not her substitute. :’(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ryou: You never have been her substitute in my heart! The one I truly love is you, Izumi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Izumi: But you changed. You kissed her. You seem like happier when I changed. You took her to Joe’s birthday party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ryou: I’m happier when you change because I thought you finally learns not to waste money on shopping. I changed because I’m mad at you go out with Adam without telling me. I don’t like it but you seem like don’t know anything and that’s makes me even mad. The reason I took Ayasa to the party and not you because there were too much wolves in that party. You know you just like and innocent sheep that don’t even know how scary all wolves are. You are the sheep that belongs only to me. I rather Ayasa got eaten than you. Don’t always listen to what others said to you. You always listen to what Ayasa said without asking me is it true. Ayasa is just using you. She wanted you to lost faith on me and breaks up with me so she can be with me again. She confessed to me 1 week ago but I refused her and she forced a kiss on me said it was farewell kiss. The one I truly love is you. Note that in my Izumi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Izumi: Ayasa is much better than me why you chosen me. You love her so much before she left to England. And you even refuse to neither take me home nor go to date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ryou: Ayasa and I are already past tense. I have chosen you because you are cute, kind, and innocent. I feel like I must protect you from those wolves. Sometimes I will get jealous when you are kind to others. The reason I refuse to go date and send you home because I need to attend extra classes. My results have dropped a lot since I always pay attention in you not my studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Izumi: Why didn’t you tell me earlier? You makes me mistaken so many things. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ryou: Why didn’t you ask me? Please have some faith in me. Izumi, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Izumi: Can I take back the break up words? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ryou: From today onwards I will tied you up so you won’t have any chance to think nonsense. No break up words can come out from your mouth again. *kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Izumi: I love you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-3799770943130300325?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3799770943130300325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/only-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3799770943130300325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3799770943130300325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/only-you.html' title='only you'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-8035983321059648712</id><published>2011-12-05T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:56:22.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>special gift part 9 (end)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;From that day onwards, Angel start practices again her swimming. Soon after her graduated she engaged to Cal and went to America to train her swimming skill. While Angel training at America, Cal has take over his father’s company. As a result, he has make his father’s company become the world most famous toys company. His company have branch all over the world. At the same time, Angel has become a professional swimmer in America. Both of them soon have married after everything has settled. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          One day, Angel returns to the hospital that she had stay before when the incident happen at her house. She planned to donate some money to the hospital. On her way to the Chief of the hospital room, she felt that someone was staring at her. She turned to the back and found that the one who staring at her was a woman. That woman walks towards to her and asks whether she is Riya or not. Angel looked at that woman strangely and asks her how she knew her name. Suddenly that woman cries out and says “Thanks you so much” to Angel. She told Angel that the necklace that Angel is wearing was a lucky charm to her son. Her son told her that he had met a girl name Riya and both of them are good friend. Riya always looked so sad so he gave his lucky charm to her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Aunt, can I ask what your son name is?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aunt: His name is Yuiki Jiya. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Where is Yuiki now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aunt: He had passed away after he gave you his precious lucky charm. When his death all he wishes is Riya will have a new life and makes a lot of good friend and never think back her pass. He wanted me to told you this when I have a chance to meet you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Thanks, Yuiki. The lucky charm you gave me is a very special gift to me in my whole life. It really is a lucky charm. It helps me to find a true love and many good friends. Furthermore it gave me the courage to face the pass. I will never look back to my pass anymore. I swear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aunt: I’m glad my son had helped you so much before his passed away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Thanks aunt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;          All of you sure wonder how about Shi Err and Rex, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 32px; "&gt;Nobody have ever thought that Rex is actually a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 32px; "&gt;millionaire's son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 32px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; font-size: medium; "&gt;After they have graduate they straight go to marry. Soon Shi Err also got pregnant and give birth to a baby boy. They live happily ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The End***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-8035983321059648712?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8035983321059648712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-9-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/8035983321059648712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/8035983321059648712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-9-end.html' title='special gift part 9 (end)'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-251677174836809636</id><published>2011-12-05T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:51:53.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>special gift part 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After that they went back to Shun Ming’s house again. Shun Ming told Angel that he was so sorry that he can’t remember the relationship between them. He told Angel he would like to shows Angel a beautiful thing that he prepared for Juliet. He brings her to a beautiful house garden and let her see the gift he going to give Juliet. Suddenly, Angel scream and everybody run to her direction. Angel looks so scared and jeep on mumbling ‘mother, mother don’t left me alone, mother!!!’ then she faint. When she wakes up she looks so scared and keeps on saying help. Cal moves forward and hugs her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: Is alright now. Nobody will hurt you anymore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Mother, mother, mother don’t left me alone…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: Riya!!! (Slap)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rince: What do you think you are doing Cal?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: Wake up, Riya. Your mother won’t want to see you like this. If she saw you become like this, she will be very sad. She saved you last time is because she want you to lives happily and have a new life. You want her to regret saving you. Tell me!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: No… (Crying) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: Then you must not look like this. You must stand up and face the problem. You can’t hide your problem forever. Your mother likes to see you swim right? Then why you keep your own self far away from the swimming pool. You are a very talented swimmer don’t gives up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: I’m sorry mother….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-251677174836809636?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/251677174836809636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/251677174836809636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/251677174836809636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-8.html' title='special gift part 8'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-3509363545065717318</id><published>2011-12-05T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:50:52.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>special gift part 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The next day, I receive a phone call from Juliet, she keep on calling me to go help Shun Ming. After receive that call I rushed to Shun Ming’s house. The reason Juliet calls me for help is because &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; was going to kill Shun Ming. When I saw &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; in front of me, my heart feel so uncomfortable. I thought that I’m going to cry but the truth is my tear is already flowing out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can’t control myself to run to hug him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          Four years ago he left without saying a word. After he left I only start a relationship with Shun Ming. Both of them trick me very nice like a precious diamond. I know them when I join the exchange student program to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. At that time I also make a friend with a very pretty girl name Rince. Cal, Shun Ming, Rince and I are best friend. We study together, eat together, hang out together and others but didn’t bath together only. I still remember the things Rince told me before she left. She told me that Shun Ming is not the only guy who loves me. There is a guy who love me and always stay beside me but he don’t dare to tell me because of he scared I will reject him. I accept Shun Ming confessed after &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Cal&lt;/st1:state&gt; left &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. At that time, I really don’t know what to do because my two closest friends have left me. At the same time Shun Ming confessed to me and I don’t want to lose the last friend that’s why I accept him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;Cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;: Angel…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: I miss you so much. Why 4 years ago you left without a word. You make me very worried about you. (Crying)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;Cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;: Sorry, I make you worried.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shun Ming: Juliet, are they couple?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Juliet: Erm…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;Cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;: How dare you say such things? You promise me that you will take care of her and trick her like a princess. Now you are with Juliet. (Punch)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shun Ming: what are you talking about? My girlfriend is Juliet and I just met her. How can she be my girlfriend? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;Cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;: You… (Start fighting again)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I finally realize my true feeling towards Shun Ming and Cal. The one I love is Cal. He always loves me and protects me all along. Four years ago he thought that I fall in love with Shun Ming and he wants me to be happy so he left &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; without a word and didn’t tell me knows his feeling towards me.    The love between Shun Ming and I is just like brother and sister. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I walk towards to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; and ask him whether he has found a girlfriend or not. He looks down and tell me no. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Do you have anyone you love?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;Cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;: Yes…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Who is the lucky girl?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: She is a pretty and kindhearted girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: How many years have you admire her? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: It is almost 4 years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Why you didn’t confess to her? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: She already has someone she loves. I can only protect her secretly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Coward!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: What is that mean?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: If you didn’t try to confess, how could you know she won’t accept you? Baka*!!! (Ran away)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: Angel!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rince: Idiot…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: Rince?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rince: four years ago, I had told her you love her but don’t dare to confess to her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: What!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rince: You really don’t know what girls are thinking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: Especially you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rince: If you still didn’t chases her back I’m sure you will regret forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: What!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rince: Idiot, she ask you to try that means she will accept you. She likes you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rince: Do you know what I’m talking about?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: Yes… (Still standing)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rince: Then why are you still standing here?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: I’m thinking where will she go if she sad and mad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rince: How could you know? You two stay at different places this few years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: Play ground!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rince: What!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          Cal run to the nearby play ground to look for Angel. He went one by one play ground but still couldn’t find Angel. When he wanted to gives up he think back what Angel had told him. He felt regret that he never dares to stand up and confess to Angel. If he had did it earlier Angel maybe will accept and won’t be mad and run away. Suddenly a people walk towards to Cal. Cal thought that is Rince so he asked her to go back. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: Don’t say any more. I know I’m an idiot who let the one I love so much to another guy. I even don’t know what she is thinking about. During this few years, I have been thinking of her. When I received the news about Shun Ming left Angel and with Juliet, I got mad and without hesitated I ran back. I can’t forgive him and I almost kill him. I…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Excuse me…I want to know that have you finished your grandma stories. (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: Angel!!! (Ran towards and hug her)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Cal, I can’t breathe. You hug me too tight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: I won’t let you go no matter what. I love you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Too soft. I can’t hear you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cal: I say “I LOVE YOU, ANGEL!!!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-3509363545065717318?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3509363545065717318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3509363545065717318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3509363545065717318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-7.html' title='special gift part 7'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-7158905516741170867</id><published>2011-12-05T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:48:50.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>special gift part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Every morning, Rex will come to take Shi Err to school and when the school ends he will take Shi Err back too. Shi Err seems to be happy than before. If there’s someone happy sure got someone sad. After Kazuki knows the relationship between Rex and Shi Err, he looks so down every day. He looks like a withered vegetable but I didn’t feel sad for him. This is because of he is the one who hurt Shi Err first.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          Seeing Shi Err and Rex so lovely dovely reminds me of Shun Ming. It’s almost 4 years I didn’t see him. I wonder he had awakened or not. This year I’m going to celebrate his 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday with him. I have taken 2 weeks leave from the school to go back Singapore. This trip to Singapore had become an unforgettable memory to me in the future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          When I reach &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; I immediately rush to the hotel and check in then go to the hospital. I went to Shun Ming’s ward but nobody was there so I went to ask the nurse and the nurse told me that Shun Ming had awake and checks out 2 years ago. I feel so happy when I heard this news but at the same time I wonder why nobody contacts me and tell me about it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          I try to contact Shun Ming’s parent but they had changed the phone number. I have no choice so I got to go to Shun Ming’s house. I hope they didn’t move away. When I reach Shun Ming’s house, I saw a guy who looks a like Shun Ming’s. Unconsciously, I walk forward to that guy and stared at him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shun Ming: Ah…Miss, why are you staring at me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Oh… I’m so sorry. (Look here and there) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shun Ming: Are you looking for someone?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Yes…I’m looking for a guy name Han Shun Ming. I remember that he was staying somewhere around here. (Look here and there)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shun Ming: Do I know you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: Pardon…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shun Ming: I’m Han Shun Ming.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: SHUN MING!!! (Step forward and hug him)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shun Ming: Miss!!! (Push Angel away) I don’t know you and why are you hugging me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: You don’t know me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          At the moment Shun Ming says he don’t know me makes my heart split apart. The maid that works at Shun Ming’s house, Lillian told me that that Shun Ming had lost his memory when he woke up 2 years ago. Nobody told him about me. Now he has a girlfriend is Juliet An. That woman once falls in love and confessed to Shun Ming but he rejected her. I thought she had given up but it seems like no. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          After a few minutes, Juliet came back and got shocked when she saw me. When I wanted to walk towards to her suddenly Shun Ming ran to hug Juliet. He tells a lot of things that happen to him today to her. The way he looks so cheerful than before. I want to tell him the truth but I can’t. If I told him the truth he will be very disappointed and sad. I wonder back then if I didn’t accept the confession from Shun Ming maybe now his girlfriend will be Juliet. So I decided to let this relationship just fade away. I smile to Juliet and wish them happy forever. I thought I will be very sad and cry out but I didn’t. I wonder why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-7158905516741170867?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7158905516741170867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/7158905516741170867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/7158905516741170867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-6.html' title='special gift part 6'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-2745378056806798088</id><published>2011-12-05T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:47:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>special gift part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After a few minutes, the kids felt hungry and went to the kitchen to find some food to eat. One of them switch on the gas but forgot to turn it off just went out and play. Some of the newspapers that were placed in the kitchen flew to the gas when the winds blew. And the terrifying fire was started. The whole kitchen started to burn and slowly, the fire spread to the dining room and living room. All the kids ran out from the house and called for help. Grandma came back after a few seconds when the fire brigade reached the house. At the same time, grandma notice that Shi Err was missing. She hurried to ask the others kids whether they saw Shi Err or not. The kids apologize immediately and told grandma that they were playing hide and seek when she was not there, and also Shi Err was locked in the third floor cupboard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          Grandma breathlessly tells the fire brigade that her granddaughter was locked in the third floor cupboard. The fire brigade rushed to the third floor to find Shi Err. When they found her, she was covered with blood. It seems like she scratched herself when she was locked in the cupboard. The police send her to the hospital immediately. Grandma accompanied Shi Err in the hospital for a few hours but Shi Err still didn’t wake up so she planned to go home for a while. After grandma went out from Shi Err’s ward for a few minutes, Shi Err screams out of a sudden. Grandma and the nurse ran into Shi Err’s ward panicky and the only things they saw were Shi Err scratching her hand and legs as she mumbled 'so dark, is so dark….' &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          The doctor in the hospital immediately sends Shi Err to the Mental Department. The doctor in mental department says that Shi Err had become like this maybe because of she had been locked up for such a long hour in a dark cupboard and nobody answer her when she called for help. That’s why she scared being alone and staying in a dark place. When she being alone in a dark places she will start thinking that the whole world left her alone and nobody wants her, and then she will start scratching and hurting herself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          From that day onwards, Shi Err always studies at night and sleep in the morning. The house’s light will switch on from night to morning. This few years, Shi Err have to take some medicine to control her emotion. Nobody knows that Shi Err has Mental Problem except aunt, me, and grandma. If she lets anybody knows her sickness that means she trust them. She not only trusts Rex but also trick him as her family member or should I say her future husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-2745378056806798088?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2745378056806798088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/2745378056806798088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/2745378056806798088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-5.html' title='special gift part 5'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-6684838165124241840</id><published>2011-12-05T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:46:34.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>special gift part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The next day, Shi Err met some punks in front of the school gates. Those punks are from yesterday night. They are Rex’s enemies in H high school. They ask Shi Err to an alley. Suddenly those punks came to attack Shi Err. At first Shi Err defeated those punks but in the end she loses because they used ---- to make Shi Err faint. They took her to a store and lock her up. At that moment, Angel is finding Shi Err everywhere in the school. At the same time she met Rex. Rex asked Angel what had happen and Angel told him that Shi Err was missing. She can’t find her anywhere. When Rex heard that Shi Err was missing, he became crazy and run to every places that Shi Err could be. Both of them find everywhere but still can’t find Shi Err. When they were going to give out suddenly Kazuki came out and told them that somebody saw some punks took Shi Err away. Rex recalls back that there were some punks that he fought yesterday saw him and Shi Err dating. Without any hesitation, Rex ran to H High School and kicks those punks butt. Those punks forced told Rex that they lock up Shi Err in a store near their school. If they didn’t tell they will surely killed by Rex. Without thinking Rex ran to the store that those punks mention and followed by Angel and Kazuki. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          Rex kicked the locked door and then he took away the cloth that tied at Shi Err’s eyes. When the cloth took off and the things that Rex see is Shi Err’s tears keep on flowing out none stop. It makes his heart feels so pain. He pulls Shi Err forwards and hugs her tightly and swears he won’t let anyone hurt her anymore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shi Err: I’m so scared. I thought I will never see you again. (Crying)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rex: Didn’t I promise you before that I will never leave you alone forever. I will always be with you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Angel: I will also never leave you alone too. (Joking)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shi Err: … (Shy)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          On that day, Angel knows why Shi Err ask her to not to get close to Rex is because of he is a troublemaker but the truth is Rex is her boyfriend and she scare if Angel get too close with Rex, she will know the relationship between them. Shi Err and Rex’s relationship started 2 years ago. Rex knows everything about Shi Err include Shi Err has mental problem. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;          Ever since the incident 11 years ago, Shi Err became very scared of dark. 11 years ago, Aunt Elise put Shi Err in grandma’s house and went to hospital and takes care of me. Shi Err was left at grandma’s house with others cousin. They sleep, play, and study together. One day, grandma went out to market to buy some stuff and left them all in the house. They feel boring and started playing hide and seek. The hide and seek, they play is not the normal hide and seek. They will lock one of the players in a cupboard and hide the keys then the others player must go and search for the key. Shi Err was locked in the cupboard for more than 3 hours and she stared to call for help but nobody answer. The others kids were all playing football outside and forgot about Shi Err were locked in the cupboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-6684838165124241840?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6684838165124241840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/6684838165124241840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/6684838165124241840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-4.html' title='special gift part 4'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-2350108920374950441</id><published>2011-12-05T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:45:39.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>special gift part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When my third class lesson ends and the next period was a free period I plan to go find Shi Err. I ran to Shi Err’s class room and without knocking the door I open and shouted for Shi Err. Everybody was looking at me, included the teacher. I apologize immediately. The class teacher warn me knock the door before I open it and see properly before I shout for somebody. I keep apologize until the teacher walk away. I walk in the class and find Shi Err but I can’t find her. Her classmate told me that she had not in the class for whole day. She will only attend the afternoon classes only. While they are talking to me, I felt someone was staring at me. I look to the back and I found that is a guy staring at me but when I look to the way he is, he turn his eyes away. I walk towards to him and have a good look. I feel that I met him before but I can’t remember. When his classmate told me that his name is Sora then I know who he is. He is Samuel’s younger brother. Samuel is my &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; best friend’s boyfriend. I asked Sora whether he recognize me or not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Angel: Sora, do you recognize me? We had met before in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Sora: I know who you are. You are my brother’s girlfriend. He brings you and his classmate back home in New Year Eve. Right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Angel: Wrong, I’m not your brother’s girlfriend. Your brother girlfriend is my best friend Christine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:.9pt;line-height:200%;tab-stops:0cm 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After chatting with Sora, Shi Err came back. I told her what had happen and she looks very surprise. She took me to the Judo Club to sign up. Before sign up we have to prove what we got to the judges, the president and the vice president of Judo Club. Suddenly, Shi Err has a stomach pain and without thinking she ran to the toilet first. But the girls’ toilet was in preparation. She had no choice and force to go to the guy’s toilet. After she done her BIG work in toilet and wanted to go out, she heard a girl voice in the toilet. She follows the voices and she saw there is a couple arguing inside an empty class. She turns away and when she wanted to walk away, she feels that she had seen that guy’s tattoo before. When she looks carefully who that guy is suddenly she punched the wall and the wall cracked. It was her ex-boyfriend Kazuki. They know each other in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; when Shi Err joined the exchange students program. She walked away after she saw who that guy is Kazuki. Kazuki and that girl walk out from the class because they had heard some noises. Kazuki smiled when he saw the cracked wall. "I found you at last." Kazuki said as he saw a bracelet lying flatly on the floor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:.9pt;line-height:200%;tab-stops:0cm 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When Shi Err was walking back to the club, she felt some one was following her. She turns to the back and it was Rex. Rex walks toward to Shi Err and grabs her hand then walk to an empty class room. Rex pulled Shi Err toward to him and hugs her tightly. Shi Err asked Rex what had happen because he never grabs her hand or hugs her at school. Rex laughs and says that Shi Err is his girlfriend why can’t he hugs her and grabs her hand. Shi Err smile and then kiss Rex’s cheek. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Shi Err: I’m so happy that my boyfriend had become romantic. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Rex: I’m always romantic but you didn’t feel it only.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Shi Err: ---- (speechless)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Rex: I had seen your cousin sister. The way she acts toward me when I’m injured is totally same like how you treat me when we first met.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Shi Err: Are you telling me that u interested in her. Then I will give you to her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Rex: You won’t do that to me. You will be sad if I’m not with you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Shi Err: I just saw him just now. (Suddenly become serious) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Rex: Him???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Shi Err: Kazuki….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Rex: You still love him?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Shi Err: No. The only one I love now is an idiot and unromantic guy beside me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Rex: Want to go for dinner tonight?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Shi Err: Ermmm….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "  &gt;Rex: Is a date.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Shi Err: Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-2350108920374950441?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2350108920374950441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/2350108920374950441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/2350108920374950441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-3.html' title='special gift part 3'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-1119881318550226100</id><published>2011-12-05T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:43:47.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>special gift part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;During the eleven years, I keep myself away from the swimming pool. When I got near to the swimming pool, I will remember things that happen back then. I keep on studying different things and language. This is all thanks to my aunt Elise. She keeps supporting me although I’m not her daughter. She never trick me like outsider. She kept her promise. She also changed my name to Angel because I look like an angel and have an angel’s hearts too. Ever since aunt took me back from hospital the only things I wish is to meet a boy. We met each other in the hospital. None of the kids in the hospital dare to near me because I look very scary. But there is a boy who doesn’t mind how I look. He walks towards to me and starts to talk and play with me. He told me about his family and friends so as I. He even gave me a necklace that given by his grandma said that it will protect me when I’m scare or hopeless.  The day after that day he had gone. I never see him again. Although I know everything about him but the only things I don’t about him is his name. I wish I will meet him again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;          Now I’m 16 years old. I have been study in England until I’m 15 years old. When I’m 16 years old, I transfer back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; high school near my aunt house with my aunt’s daughter Shi Err. Shi Err is younger than me 2 years old. That high school I’m going to study is full of punks, girls who crazy with boys and much more. This school is totally different with the school I studied in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;         Today is my first day to that high school. I woke up late but lucky I didn’t late to school. When I walk pass the school gates a lot of people staring at me. I wonder why. I look to my back then I know why they are staring at me. Actually they are not staring at me. They are staring at Shi Err because she looks so scary. Before I went out from house, my aunt praised me said that I’m the first person who could wake Shi Err up in the morning. I heard some people in school whispering say that it is the first time they see Shi Err comes to school in morning. I wonder why they said so. I turn to my back and ask Shi Err where the office is? When she looks up to tell me where the office is…suddenly everybody back off. She points to me the office direction with a scary face. She looks exactly like a ghost.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;          After I visited to the office, the clerk in the office took me to my class. When I opened the class room’s door a duster fell on my head. Everybody in the class start laughing although the teacher in class asks them to quite, the student just ignore it. Before the clerk walked away she wishes me good luck. She said that I need that word if I want to study in this class. After a few minutes, I know why the clerk wished me good luck cause from the moment I sat down the classmates start pulling my hair, take my stuff throw here and there and when teacher teaching they were talking. I can’t even hear the teacher voice. Suddenly I fell my heart was burning. I try to cool down but at last I scream to the whole class quite and because I’m mad I hit my desk and its split into half. Because of that the whole class becomes quite and the teacher can’t stop shivering. I felt very terrible so I apologize to the teacher and my classmates too. When the bell rang I straight away run out from the class. I met Shi Err on the way to the canteen. She screams and says “You are so cool. I’m proud to be your cousin sister.” She told me about that class student were all from rich family. They don’t care what people say about them and they won’t study at school but they still got the best result in school. Shi Err also warned me stay away from a guy name Rex. He is a troublemaker. He didn’t kick out by school because his father was our school chairman although his result is so so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;         When I go back to class, before I open the door, I can hear the students in the class voice. But when I open the door, everybody become quite. A girl walks towards to me and introduces herself. Her name is &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. She is the class monitor. She looks very pretty and elegant. She asks some personal question before the class start. After I answer all her question, her expression had changed. She walks towards to the board and wrote some words on the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; line-height: normal; "&gt;The new girl info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;1)&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;Name: Angel Lee.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;2)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;Came back from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;3)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;Don’t like people talking while teacher is teaching.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;4)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;Master in judo, kendo, boxing, kung fu and more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;5)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;Won Judo national championship in 1990. ( 8 years old)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;6)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;Last of all, she is the same spies with Rex!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: 0px; font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt; Extremely dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: 0px; font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: white; "&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: 0px; font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;The board &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; wrote on at that moment the only things in my mind is… nothing. Am I that dangerous? I remember Shi Err told me about that guy name Rex before. Is him that dangerous? While I was thinking, suddenly everybody in class back off to the end of the class. They look so weird. I turned my back and I saw a guy walking in the class. When he looks up, everybody in the class ran out from the class. His face was full of brushes and his mouth is bleeding. I walk forward to him and he stared at me. He looks so scary but can’t compare to Leo. Leo is my friend study in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. He looks very scary and he was strong but he not handsome at all compared to this guy. I gave that guy a tissue to wipe his blood and ask him better go before the teacher come in, If not he will in a big trouble. I walked out from the class after I gave that guy advice and he smile to me. His smile was so gentle and sweet. After I out from the class I got grabbed by the classmates. They said that I’m so brave and dare to talk with Rex. This is because he looks scary. Although he looks scary but I feel that he quite cute and charming when he smile. Suddenly everyone walk back and hide. I look to the front and I saw Rex walk out from the class room. He thanks me for giving him tissue when he passed by my side. He voice was so low and deep, make me can’t forget his voice. His voice reminds me of Shun Ming.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: 0px; font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: white; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-1119881318550226100?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1119881318550226100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/1119881318550226100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/1119881318550226100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-2.html' title='special gift part 2'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-2997189542690938596</id><published>2011-12-05T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:40:45.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>special gift part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Chapter 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My life starts changing eleven years ago since I’m 5 years old. My mother was a very talented in swimming. She had won the first place in the swimming world championship when she was young. Her daughter Riya that’s me sure has her talent too. My mother always said that I’m the best swimmer that she ever met in her life. This is because of I know how to correct my own mistake without anyone telling me. I’m glad that my mom proud of me. She took me to a swimming competition and I won the first place. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That was the last time I took part in competition. That night after celebrating my victory, mom took me back home. I saw dad was drunk again, lying in the living room. Mom asked me to go in to the room and don’t come out no matter what happen. After a few minutes I heard some crashing sound. I ran out from my room and I saw mom’s forehead was bleeding. I ran to see how mom injury but mom pushed me away. She told me to run as far as I can. I refuse to go and I went to take plaster for mom. Suddenly, I heard mom screaming. I look to the way mom was and I saw dad was pulling mom’s hair and push mom’s head in to the swimming pool. I ran to help mom but dad push me away very hard to the wall. My head banged to the wall and start bleeding. Mom pulled dad’s leg and called me to run. At that moment I was very nervous, didn’t know what to do next but keep running non-stop. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That night was very dark. No sign of moon or light. I can’t even see the road in front of me. I slipped to the cliff luckily I grabbed a plant that grows at the cliff. I wanted to shout for help suddenly I heard my dad voice keep calling my name. I have a very unusual felling and I think back how he treat mom so keep quite at the cliff. My head was so pain, my tears keep flowing out when I think about mom and my eyes feel very heavy and seeing things very blur. At last can’t hold the plants anymore I slipped and let go of the plant. I think this time I will die but suddenly I felt someone was grabbing my hand. I can’t see his face clearly but I can hear the voice is belonging to a guy and I saw his hand had a mark of thunder then I faint. When the police and ambulance arrived, at the same time I woke up. Without thinking I ran back to home. I saw mom was floating on the swimming pool.  At that moment I was so regret that I ran away from mom and that makes me can’t see her again forever. I keep crying non-stop besides the swimming pool suddenly I saw a shadow behind me. I look to the back and that was my dad trying to kill me. The Police ran to took him down in time. After crying so much, I fainted again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;         When I woke up I was in the hospital. My aunts and uncles were standing beside my bed. They were arguing that who will be the one who take care of me. My head was so pain at that time. I keep thinking why they are so cruel. Before my mom dead, they keep saying good things to my mom and when my mom was busy they keep rushing to taking care of me no matter what. All they want is mother trust them and mother’s money. Suddenly I heard someone say that she will take care of me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“I will take care of Riya so please keep your mouth shut. We are in hospital not hot market!” Said Riya’s forth aunt, Elise to her others aunt and uncle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Elise: Riya, from now onwards you will come and stay with me. I will take care of you. I will trick you like my own daughter. =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Riya: Thank you so much…. (Tears flowing out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-2997189542690938596?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2997189542690938596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/2997189542690938596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/2997189542690938596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-gift-part-1.html' title='special gift part 1'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-5505219630639754110</id><published>2011-04-06T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T06:49:23.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power or Love (Part 8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;The next day, Eve and Renzo were surrounded by Cal and Train with curious eyes. They smiled very evil. That’s make Eve shivering from toes to head. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Cal, I saw someone sneak out yesterday night but I’m not sure who that is.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you know who that is?” Train said while looking very cunning towards Eve and Renzo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Sure, I know. I saw them very clear.” Cal replied Train with a very cunning smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Them? You mean there were two people sneaked out last night? I thought just one people sneak out. Then who will they be?” Train asked Cal with a very surprise expression, looks like faking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“They were a guy and a girl. Guess who they are?” Cal said with a very cunning smile again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Don’t tell me they were aunt and uncle.” Train replied Cal with a stupid expression. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Wrong…” said Cal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Stop your stupid acting, Cal and Train. “ Eve’ mother said with a smiling face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Good morning, aunt.” Cal and Train wished Eve’s mother very politely&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“The people you are talking about are Eve and Renzo right? I saw them too.” Eve’s mother said with a very happy expression.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Aunt, you are so clever. But why both of us didn’t saw you last night?” said Cal and Train&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“About these both of you no need to know. I could not believe my daughter has grown up. So Renzo, when do you want to take my Eve as your wife?” Eve’s mother said with some tears coming out from her eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“MOTHER!!! Renzo and I are just friends. He and I did not do anything last night.” Eve said it angrily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Dear, both of you did not do anything yesterday does not mean not today.” Eve’s mother strated joking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Mother, that was not funny at all.” Eve looked fiercely to her mother&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Ok, let’s go to hiking. What a nice sunny day” Eve’s father suddenly came out and change the subject.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Did anyone saw Karin today?” Eve asking everyone with a worried face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“She said she will go walk around her own and asked me to tell all of you no need to worry.” said Eve’s grandma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Then we will go hiking by ourselves. Let’s start moving before the sun can bake us.” said eve’s father&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-5505219630639754110?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5505219630639754110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/04/power-or-love-part-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/5505219630639754110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/5505219630639754110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/04/power-or-love-part-8.html' title='Power or Love (Part 8)'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-5289755101046664482</id><published>2011-02-23T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T03:57:08.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power or Love (Part 7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yuume!” Rika shouted out loud while looking everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Rika, I’m over here.” Yuume called Rika with a very weak voice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Are you alright, Yuume? You should not use your power to protected Renzo. Now your body becomes so weak and… oh my god why your hand so cold?” Rika suddenly become very nervous.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Rika, my body felt so heavy and cold. Rika, I want to tell you that I’m not regret for using all of my power to saves Renzo. Maybe he will think I betrayed him but I don’t mind because this is the only way to protect his life. I’m sorry Rika. I have to leaves you alone from now on.” said Yuume &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Yuume, don’t said such things. You won’t leave me alone. Maidens soul will leave at the holy place where they stayed until the next maiden die.” said Rika “Maiden which does not chosen any sprits to take over their places before they die will never stays at the holy place. Rika do you think that I’m a looser? I lose the main maiden places to Soul and now I lose my life to saves Renzo. But I think I’m choosing a right choice. He was the one who save me when my power suddenly turns me into a child. I never ever think that he will fall for me twice. ” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“No, you are not a looser. I’m proud of you, Yuume. But why you didn’t tell Renzo that you are the Omiku that he falls for at first.” Rika said those words while her tears keep on flowing out from her eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Because she is an idiot.” said Soul while walking forward to Yuume.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Soul-sama, why are you here?” Rika asked with a curious face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Yuume, do you really think I did not felt your hidden power protecting Renzo and added extra seal to make sure I could not break it?” said Soul to Yuume with a sad face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I know you will felt it. But I never thought of you coming here. Soul, thanks for didn’t destroy the necklace.” said Yuume&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“You know this will happen but you still do it. I really could not believes that you are once a great sprit maiden that had a cruel heart. You very care about your status and power but you given up your main maiden place to me just because of a guy although you can defeat me easily.” Soul said with a very disappointed face and turned away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“This was what human says love. If you give me a chance to choose again between power and love, I will still choose love. I never regretted. Rika, promise me never tell Renzo that I am Omiku…” said Yuume&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;After Yuume said those words to Rika and Soul, her body started fading. Seconds later her body disappeared in front of Rika’s eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“YUUME!!!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-5289755101046664482?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5289755101046664482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/02/power-or-love-part-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/5289755101046664482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/5289755101046664482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/02/power-or-love-part-7.html' title='Power or Love (Part 7)'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-4576073792065744178</id><published>2011-02-17T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:11:57.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power or Love (Part 6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That night, Renzo keep staring at the clock. Tick, tock, tick, tock, time passes. The name Eve said out when she half asleep has remind Renzo of someone. A girl that once he felt in love with but that was only one side love. That girl’s name was Omiku. He saved her from a thunder storm night. Omi fainted at the street. No one cares about here. Renzo felt Omi was pity so he bought her home. Omi did not speak or talk a lot. Every day she just smiles at Renzo. That time Renzo was not a great and powerful wizard yet. Renzo treat Omi like a princess although he did not know her well. Day by day passes, the feeling Renzo has to Omi has become deeper and deeper. One day Renzo has decided to confess his love to Omi. But at the same day he found out that Omi has left. She left without a word. Renzo used work to cover up his sad feeling and soon he found someone he loves again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Renzo, why do you look so sad?” said Eve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I’m not sad at all. I’m just tired.” said Renzo “Let me bring you to a place that can bring away your tiredness.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Eve is already so late. Why not we go tomorrow?” said Renzo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Trust me, that place will be fabulous when it comes to at night.” said Eve with a great smile on her face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Eve and Renzo silently sneak out from the house. Eve bought Renzo to her favorite place, a big fountain that hidden in the jungle. At that moment, Renzo was sure this place was definitely the Holy Jungle. This fountain belongs to the Water spirit maiden, Yuume. She was the person that Renzo fall in love with after Omi left for 10 years. Renzo was very serious with this relationship but this relationship end up very bad. Renzo hate to believe it but Yuume betrayed him. He wanted to destroy the fountain but he changed his mind when he saw Eve. Eve looks so happy. She seems like an angel falling from the sky. That night sure is a wonderful night. Renzo enjoyed himself at the fountain too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Omikuya Yuume… is this fate?” Karin whispered with a very sorrowful voice while looking at the sky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Eve, let’s go back. If not you will got cold.” said Renzo “Ok.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-4576073792065744178?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4576073792065744178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/02/power-or-love-part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/4576073792065744178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/4576073792065744178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/02/power-or-love-part-6.html' title='Power or Love (Part 6)'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-403558367919128596</id><published>2011-02-17T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:16:51.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  &gt;Dear Joe,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  &gt;All I want is a guy that can love me. I can love him more than he loves me. Is that too much? You always tell me that you love me but I didn’t know from when or where your eyes started moving away from me. Whenever I looked into your eyes, I felt like I’m far away from you. It’s like I will never catch up to you. The day we met was a rainy day. The day you confessed to me was also a rainy day. Under the rainbow, I looked into your eyes. All I can see at that moment was our future. I told myself, you are the one that I’m searching for. But everything started to change. Now I can’t see anything through your eyes anymore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  &gt;Now I can really see through your eyes is Sam. Sam this, Sam that. Everything you talked to me was all about Sam. You do not care anything that happens to me. I felt that my neighbor cares me more than you care me. Are you even my boyfriend? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  &gt;Last week, I got robed when I’m on the way back home. I was so scared. My whole body was shaking. I even cried out in the police station. I kept on calling you but no matter how many times I called, you will never answer my calls. You know how nervous and misery I am. At that moment, I really needed you by my side. But where are you? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  &gt;In this country, you knew I do not have any family here. Do you remember what you promised my parents when you wanted me to stays with you? You said you will take care of me and never leaves me alone. Although you said so but you could not do what you promised. Staying by your side I felt very lonely and unsecure. Every night you left me alone in the apartment and hang out with your friends until midnight. When you have holidays, I thought that I finally have some times to spend with you but you choose to go back visit your family. Visiting your family was nothing wrong, but you refuse to take me with you. At first, I thought it was normal because you are not ready to introduce me to your parents, although we have living together for two years. What that really makes me sad was the one you bought back to visit your parents was Sam. At the time I knew this, I felt that my heart was bleeding. It was like a knife stabbed into my heart. So painful. I hate this feeling.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  &gt;I don’t care anymore. Joe, I wanted to break up with you. At the time you received this letter, I had left this country. All I wanted to tell you from this letter was not only how I felt but also to advise you. Joe, you are very selfish. This personality will cause you to lose everything that important to you. From the beginning, you never love me. You confessed to me just because of your own dignity. You didn’t want to lose to Adam. You lost a lot of things to Adam so you wanted to take away me that was important to him. You didn’t want me to stay with my parents at Japan because Adam was there. You didn’t love me. You just use me to take revenge on Adam. Congrats you have won but you also lose the most important things to you, Sam. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  &gt;I believe that Sam is the one you truly love until now. You gave up her just because of your stupid revenge. Even so you gave up her but you keep on destroying her life. You always think things that belong to you will always be yours. You didn’t want anyone to have her so you keep on ruin her date and step down her boyfriend. Everything you done must have made you felt happy. But have you ever think of how will Sam felt? You are the one who gave her hope but you are also the one who make her hope become a nightmare. Think about what I said to you properly. Change before is too late. Take the change that in front of you. Never ever take love as a revenge object. Good bye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: right; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-403558367919128596?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/403558367919128596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/02/farewell-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/403558367919128596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/403558367919128596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/02/farewell-ii.html' title='Farewell (II)'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-3026737746592429425</id><published>2011-02-01T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:40:23.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dear, Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; " &gt;Thanks for everything you did for me. When you received this letter I will be at a place that far away from here. I was very happy to have you with me these 3 months. The time we spent together was the most wonderful time I ever have. Before I met you I never know what love is to me. Love was just like a stranger to me. My parents had divorce when I was 3 years old. They never love me. All they care about is money until today. My mom hates me the most. She always regretted she gave birth on me. I was not in their plan. I was just a misfortune accident to them. My mom felt I dragged her away from her business. I never had parents’ loves from the day I was born. I thought I never get any love from anyone until I met Helena. She was my childhood friend and also my best friend. That’s what I thought until realize she was just using me. I’m just an object to her. Her parents thought if they make me happy then my parents will be happy and sign contract with them. But they never ever think that my parents don’t even love me. At the end, my parents didn’t sign any contract with them so Helena stayed herself away from me. It seemed like I have disease. At that moment, I tell myself never shows anyone my feeling again. Lonely will be my best friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;Finally I’m in high school already. I was known as an ice queen. I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;arrogant to everyone. But there were one person who didn’t think I’m an ice queen. Yoh. He confessed to me. He said he loved the way I am. He doesn’t mind he will be the one that loves me more than I love him. I thought I could really taste true love from him. Every day he goes to my house and cycle me to school and back from school. When it came to weekends he will date me for dinner or visit some heritage. The time I spent with him was fun and I started feeling some love from him. Wonderful time always passed very fast. After a month I’m going out with him, I felt that he started showing me cold back. Sometimes he will treat me extremely nice and gentle and sometimes he will ignored and left me alone. I really don’t know what he wants from me. One day I have found out the reason. Sometimes he treat me extremely nice and gentle because he felt sorry and sometimes he will ignored and left me alone because he didn’t see her, Sam. She was my partner in class. She always said that I’m her best friend and she betrayed me so as my boyfriend. Sam was just like Helena. She was just using me to get close to Yoh. Why am I always an object to everyone? I can felt a sword stabbed into my heart. I swear I never trust anyone any more from that day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; " &gt;After I graduated from high school, I applied a university scholarship from Australia. I was lucky; I was chosen to go Australia for further studies. During the time I’m in Australia I make use of my experience, used by people to obtain their target. I became a wolf in sheep clothing. I used people to obtain my targets. I never believed anyone. I don’t want to be the one that used by people. I want to be the winner not loser. I lived in my own world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; " &gt;I always asked myself why I let you walked in my world. Why you treated me like a gem? Why I can’t push you away. From the day we met, I know something going to change. You are so rich and clever. Why did you choose a new bird lawyer that without any experience to be your lawyer? Don’t tell me loves in first sight. I don’t believe that. During the time I work with you, I always made so many mistake and you still let me stay. Whenever I faced a big problem you will stand out and help me. I could felt some love from you but I scared you will same like Yoh. Then during our business trip in Paris you told me you fallen in love with me since the day I when interview in your office. At that moment, I was totally stunned. I don’t know whether I should believe you or not. So I asked you stay in Paris for three months with me. I want to know you love your work more like my parents or you love me more than your work. Then you proved to me that I’m more important than your work during the three month. I felt the loves you given to me. I was so happy but then I don’t want to lose. You are older than me for 30 years old. I don’t want to be the one who left behind by you when you pass away. Maybe you will think my thinking was stupid. How can I know you are the one who die before me? Maybe I will die before you. But I don’t want to take the risk. I will choose to leave you before is too late. I know you will think I’m selfish but I don’t mind. I scared to be left alone and betrayed. I rather believe myself and live alone. Good bye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 28pt; line-height: 42px; font-family: 'Brush Script MT'; " &gt;FIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-3026737746592429425?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3026737746592429425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/02/farewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3026737746592429425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3026737746592429425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2011/02/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-6437775409040283349</id><published>2010-12-11T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T05:25:31.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power or Love (Part 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Part 5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;The days passed by and it finally reached the day Eve and her parents were going to Juu Mountain, a mountain where an elegant and kind old lady stays – Eve’s grandma’s house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Eve was sitting on the bed in her room, waiting for time to pass and people to come before stepping out. A few minutes later, she heard the ringing sound of the door bell and ran down the stairs. She opened the door and saw Renzo with blue jeans and green top. Immediately, she pulled Renzo in and introduced him to her parents, stating that Renzo was a friend from tuition. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Oh my god!! Is that you boyfriend, Eve?” Train and Cal jumped in excitement. They had never seen Eve being this close to a boy before. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Poor guy. You must have been suffering from having such a girlfriend,” said Cal while putting his shoulders on Renzo’s shoulder, winking at him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Excuse me? I’m not that bad. Besides, he is my best friend”, said Eve, trying to clear the misunderstanding. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Eve had a hard time clearing the misunderstanding, but Renzo was keeping silent all the time. Even knows he is familiar with the friends of Eve, he never talked to them before. It was even harder to explain his background if they ask. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Cal and Train, I’ll be pleased if you stop teasing my daughter”, a polite voice came across the room and they jumped in surprise. It was Eve’s mother. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I’m sorry aunt”, they apologized.&lt;br /&gt;“Had both of you fall in love with my daughter?”&lt;br /&gt;“NO!! Definitely not!” they replied in unison. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;After waiting and talking for a while, Karin arrived and they were ready to get moving. Eve felt sleepy on the way to Juu Mountain as she didn’t get enough sleep the night before because Renzo was mumbling nonstop until the sun rise. Eve rested her head on Renzo’s shoulder while in the car, dozing off. Cal and Train gave Renzo a deadly stare which gave Renzo a chill down the spine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Do you like Eve?”, questioned Cal. “I like her as a friend”,&lt;br /&gt;“You are so straight forward, Cal”, said Train.&lt;br /&gt;“Cal, do you love Eve?”, Renzo speaks out.&lt;br /&gt;“I love her as a sister”&lt;br /&gt;“Coward”, interrupted Train.&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you calling coward!!??”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Cal gave Train a cold stare. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Renzo was having an uneasy feeling on the way to Juu Mountain as he felt very familiar with it. It’s similar to the way to Holy Jungle, a place where the four spirit maiden lived in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;When they reached the Juu mountain, Eve woke up, sitting as still as a statue like her soul was not in her. No one realized. Everyone was sleeping. The car had stop moving.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Omi-same, you have come back to see us,” a cheerful voice was playing in Eve’s mind. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Who is Omi-sama? What did he mean I have came back to see them?? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Eve went unconscious all of a sudden as she said “tadaima”. She went to sleep a moment later. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;The car moved again and everyone woke up, continuing their journey. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Wake up Eve!” Renzo was waking Eve to notify her that they had reached Juu Mountain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Omi..” said Eve while she was still half asleep. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Renzo froze. He was shocked and stunned when he heard that word. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-6437775409040283349?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6437775409040283349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2010/12/power-or-love-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/6437775409040283349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/6437775409040283349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2010/12/power-or-love-part-5.html' title='Power or Love (Part 5)'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-1157195353461222657</id><published>2010-12-09T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T03:36:41.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power or Love (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Part 4 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;After Renzo shows up, Eve’s life has totally changed. Eve has started wake up early, in order to prevent her mother saw Renzo. But every morning she will have to repeat do same things. That is kicking Renzo down from the bed. Every night Renzo will wait until Eve sleep then sneak up onto the bed. He disliked sleeping under the bed. That was why he has to suffer got kick down from the bed every morning. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Eve, your dad has take some day off to take us to grandma’s house.” said Eve’s mother&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Is that true? That’s great.” Eve was so happy to hear that news from her mother. She loves to visit her grandma. The thing that she likes the most is the waterfall nears her grandma’s house. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Mama, can I invite some of my friends too?” Eve looking at her mother with a pair of puppy’s eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Please….” said Eve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Alright, you can bring your friends with you. You can only bring four of them.” said Eve’s mother&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Yeah!!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;That night, Eve told Renzo about the trip. She wanted Renzo to act like her friend from her tuition. That way she can bring him together with her to her grandma house. Renzo looks even happier than Eve, that night. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Is that means that I have my own bed and no need to sleep under your bed?” said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Yea, are you happy now?” said Eve “Of course, you know how hard for such a handsome, and powerful guy feels to stay under your bed?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“The most precious things to you is it your pride?” said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Nope, the most precious thing to me is Reniko.” said Renzo “Who is Reniko?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“She was my sister. Although she not as powerful as I am, but she was very smart.” Said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I see… I thought the most precious things to you are your girlfriend.” said Eve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Suddenly, Renzo becomes quiet. He stunted for a moment. He looks very sad and a bit furious. He seems like don’t like Eve talks about his girlfriend. The next day Eve invited Karin to the trip. She planning to bring Karin and Renzo with her only but at last she bought Train and Cal along. They beg her with a pair of poor puppy’s eyes. So she agreed to bring them along. Train and Cal are Karin and Eve friends since they were 5 years old. Their parents are best friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“No need to sleep under the bed. No need to sleep under the bed. No need to sleep under the bed.” Renzo keep mumbling the whole night before the trip.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Shut up! Go to sleep! If not I will ask grandma to let you sleep in the toilet!” Eve scolded Renzo then went to sleep. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“No need to sleep under the bed…” Renzo start mumbling again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“SHUT UP!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-1157195353461222657?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1157195353461222657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2010/12/power-or-love-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/1157195353461222657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/1157195353461222657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2010/12/power-or-love-part-4.html' title='Power or Love (Part 4)'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-7380197393098766110</id><published>2010-12-06T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:36:36.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power or Love (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Part 3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;That night, Eve keeps staring at Renzo. She can’t believe that Renzo is from her necklace. But in the other hand she feels like she has seen Renzo before but she can’t remember it. So she just keeps staring at Renzo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Can you stop staring at me?” said Renzo “Aren’t you a ghost? How can you walk like a human?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I’m not a ghost. When I was sealed in the necklace, I’m still alive.” said Renzo “Then you make me more curious. How a big bull keeps in such a small necklace?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I’m not a bull and I was sealed in the necklace by Magic not keep.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Then how I could release you? I didn’t even have any magic power.” said Eve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I’m not sure about that. You are the only one that can hear my voices.” said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I can hear your voices? The voice that keep appearing in my head was belongs to you?” Eve start looking curious.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Yes. That voices was belongs to me. I have been with you since you bought me.” Said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Eve start thinking back of her past. If the voice belongs to Renzo, that’s mean he was the one who keep protecting her. Whenever she is going to face some danger, Renzo will gives warning her. Whenever she is sad, he will comfort her. He is the one who always stays by her side. While she is thinking, her tears keep flowing out from her eyes. But then she suddenly remembers something very important. If Renzo stays here then her mother will surely get mad or mistaken their relationship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Renzo, now you have got your freedom, is that means you can leaves now?” Eve asked Renzo with a very polite attitude.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“You want me to leave now?” said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“If you stay here, mom will surely get mad at me or even worse, she will kill me.” Eve face turned into green colour. She looks very scared.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Sorry to disappointed you. I cannot leave yet. The curse is not fully break yet.” said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I thought the curse had already broken by me just now. That was the reason why you can come out from the necklace, right?” said Eve “You just break the seal that avoid me come out from the necklace. The one who can really break the whole seal is Soul and the four maidens.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Didn’t you say that the one who seal you was witch? Or you are the bad person who deserve to be sealed in the necklace?” said Eve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Fine, I lied to you.” said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Renzo then told Eve everything that happens in his past. It seems like Renzo very trust Eve. Although He told Eve everything but Eve still can’t let her mom saw Renzo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Can you return back into the necklace? I didn’t want mom sees you.” said Eve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I won’t go back into to the necklace. I have sealed in it for 509 years already, so I won’t go back in the necklace.” said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Then you have to stays under my bed. So that mom won’t see you. Is that alright?” Eve suggested&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I won’t squeeze myself in such a small places. How can you asked the most powerful wizard in the world to squeeze under the bed.” said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;All of a sudden, Eve started to cry. She keeps saying how she is going to face her mother. Her mother is going to kill her if she saw a half naked guy in her room. While Eve was crying, Renzo starts feeling nervous. He keeps calling Eve not to cry but it turns up Eve cry even more. At last, Renzo accepted Eve’s suggestion. He is willing to squeeze under the bed. At that moment, Eve immediately stops crying and smile. She knows Renzo very scared of seeing her cry. She notice it when she thinks back her past. Renzo voice will become nervous whenever he comforts Eve when she was crying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Renzo…” said Karin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-7380197393098766110?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7380197393098766110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2010/12/power-or-love-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/7380197393098766110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/7380197393098766110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2010/12/power-or-love-part-3.html' title='Power or Love (Part 3)'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-6607333749944197292</id><published>2010-12-06T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T06:47:40.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power or Love (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Part 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;9 years later&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Now Eve is 16 years old. She still wearing the necklace that she bought 9 years ago. The necklace is like a lucky charm to her. She never takes the necklace off from her neck. Everyone thinks the necklace is so old fashion but Eve doesn’t care what they said. Eve now studies in a boarding high school. She is a very innocent girl in everyone’s eyes. Nobody will ever imagine that that Eve master in Kendo. She can fight like a man. But still nobody scared of her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;One day, Karin invited Eve to a new club open ceremony. Eve does not want to go because that club is stupid Magic Club. The members there think that they were expert in playing magic. The truth was they were very sucks in it. They look like a clown more than a magician. But Eve still go to the ceremony because she forced by Karin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Today I will teach all of you a breaking seal magic.” Said the president of the Magic Club&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Follow me say BREAK THE SPELL WITH MY PURE SOUL!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;At that moment, Eve felt very familiar with the spell the president of the Magic Club read. She felt so strange. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Where did I hear before this spell?” said Eve.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Let’s go home Eve. It so boring to stays here.” said Karin “Ok.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;On the way, Eve heard someone is calling her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Eve stays where you are.” Eve immediately stop walking. Karin also stops walking when she saw Eve stop walking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Eve, what happen?” said Karin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;All of a sudden, a big vase fall from the building beside Karin and Eve were standing. Karin felt so lucky Eve suddenly stop walking. If they continue to walk they sure end up in hospital. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Eve, lucky you stop walking.” said Karin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Someone asked me stays where I was.” said Eve “I see…so who is that person.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I don’t know. I just heard his voices.” said Eve &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;After Eve went home she immediately took off her clothes and bath. She keeps thinking about the spell earlier. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“BREAK THE SPELL WITH MY PURE SOUL.” said Eve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Suddenly Eve’s necklace floats up from Eve’s neck. The necklace was shaking. It seem like something is in it. A bright light suddenly shines from the necklace. Eve closed her eyes because is too bright. When she opened her eyes, she saw a guy standing in front of her half naked. Who is that guy? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“At last I’m free!!! Thanks to you, Eve.” said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Who are you?” said Eve “I’m Renzo, the greatest wizard in the world.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Why are you here and how you knew my name?” said Eve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I have been sealed by some evil witch in the necklace you were wearing. I know everything about you. I have always stays with you since you bought the necklace. Thanks to you read out that breaking seal spell, now I’m free.” said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“You knew everything about me?” said Eve “Of course, I can see what you see and hear what you heard.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Finally, Eve realized she is bathing and Renzo was standing in front of her. Now she is totally naked and a guy was standing in front of her. During the last nine years he could see her naked when bathing and changing clothes. Eve felt so embarrassing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Please go out.” said Eve to Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“You don’t have to felt shy. I already seen you bath for nine years. I even knew how many mole you have on your body.” Said Renzo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“KYAAAAAAA………” Eve screams out loud and smacks Renzo then kick him out from the bath room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-6607333749944197292?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6607333749944197292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2010/12/power-or-love-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/6607333749944197292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/6607333749944197292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2010/12/power-or-love-part-2.html' title='Power or Love (Part 2)'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-8215069926583299531</id><published>2010-12-02T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:57:09.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power or Love (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Long, long time ago, the world was full of magician. There are witches and wizards all around the places. The most powerful wizard at that time was RENZO. He was a young and powerful wizard that has the power to destroy the world. At that time, the Magician Association was very worried about RENZO’s power. They sent the most powerful maidens to defeat RENZO. They wanted RENZO to disappear from this world. Those maiden are Fire spirit maiden, Land spirit maiden, Wind spirit maiden and Water spirit maiden. They were under Crystal Maiden, Soul. She had the power to combine the four element spirit maiden’s powers together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;RENZO was defeated by the maidens. Soul used her power to combine the fire, land, wind and water maidens’ power to sealed RENZO in a necklace. She throws the necklace in the ocean and wishes nobody can find RENZO ever again…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;500 years later.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;(Antique Shop)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Mama, I want this necklace. Please…” Said Eve. “Alright Eve, I will buy it for you so don’t disturb me now.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Mama, the necklace said thanks to me. Did you hear that?” Said Eve. “Eve, didn’t mama says don’t disturb me now.” “Sorry, mama.” Eve apologize to her mother.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Mr. Necklace, you will stay with Eve forever.” said Eve with a smiling face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/TPiiJBBnygI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yq2VVtfDA4M/s320/scan0001.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546361216884525570" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-8215069926583299531?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8215069926583299531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2010/12/power-or-love-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/8215069926583299531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/8215069926583299531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2010/12/power-or-love-part-1.html' title='Power or Love (Part 1)'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/TPiiJBBnygI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yq2VVtfDA4M/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-3574760207043396372</id><published>2009-10-23T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:06:57.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hot night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;"&gt;I was watching TV before going to bed. It was a hot night and the windows were open. Suddenly I heard a weird sound coming out from outside. I look outside the window and I saw a strange guy walking around Mr Lee’s house. I remember that Mr Lee has gone to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for work and he will not be back until next week. When I look carefully at Mr Lee’s house, I realise that one of the windows were open. If I’m not mistaken the window should be closed before Mr Lee went to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly the front door of Mr Lee’s house opened. That strange guy walks in the house with a fierce looking face. I wonder how the door opened by itself?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Did that guy says open the sesame? Am I an idiot? There is no such thing. The light in the house turned on. I saw two person’s shadow in that house. It must be another guy opens the door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I silently walk to Mr Lee’s house. I look in to the house from the window that opens up earlier. Those strange guys were actually two handsome guys. One of them has blond hair and blue eyes and the other one has black hair and silver eyes. The blond hair’s guy took out a bag and grabs all valuable things and the other suddenly disappears. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;When I was going to go back home and call for help, I saw the black hair’s guy walking towards to the blond hair guy with a knife. I faster hide myself before I get into any trouble. I do not dare to see what is going to happen so I closed my eyes. Although my eyes were close but I can still hear someone were screaming.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly, I feel there’s water splash to my face. I wipe it away with my shirt and I realise that it was not water that splashed to my face. It was blood. At that moment, I try to steel myself up but I cannot control myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;At last, I screamed. That black hair guy looks outside the window holding a bloody knife and he saw me. Without hesitations, I faster ran back to my house then lock all the doors and windows. I was very scared. I ran to the toilet and wash away the blood that splash to my face earlier. My hand was trembling non-stop. When I look into the mirror I saw that guy was behind me. He grabs my neck very hard and I barely can breathe. He going out that bloody knife and wanted to kill me with it. Help! Help! Somebody help me!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one can hear me. My tears start flowing out. The knife stabbed into my heart. I scream out loud then I realise that it was just a dream. My parents told me that I had felt asleep in the living room while watching the TV so they carried me into my room. That dream sure was a nightmare. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-3574760207043396372?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3574760207043396372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/10/hot-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3574760207043396372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3574760207043396372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/10/hot-night.html' title='A hot night...'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-1249882379803014043</id><published>2009-09-17T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:13:47.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your smile and voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Part 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;A year later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;At the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Everybody: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIYA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Thank you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Cindy: I’m sorry Miya. I don’t really know when is your true birthday so I took the day that we found you as your birthday. Do you mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Of course not. If you and &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; didn’t save me at that day maybe I have die at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Cindy: Miya, I really hope you are my daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: (Smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Cindy: Miya, why don’t you go and see Adam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Adam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Cindy: He has been acting very weird this whole morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: I will check it out. (Walk towards Adam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: (Looking at the sea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Adam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: .... (Didn’t realise Miya was beside him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Adam!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Miya???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: What are you thinking? Aunt Cindy said you have been acting very weird this whole morning. Did anything happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: No. Nothing happen so no need to worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Really, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: That’s great. (Smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Miya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Yes???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Can you sing for me a song that you sang for me before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Can you hold my hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Sure. (Hold His hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Can you give me a kiss at my cheek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Sure. (Smile then kisses Adam’s cheek) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Can you be my girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: I’m serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Me too. (Look to Adam seriously and smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: So can we go to out together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Sure. (Smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Yeah!!! (Hug Miya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: (Smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Hug me too Max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max: Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Kiss me max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max: Kiss &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Max Lee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: (Blush)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max: Yes???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: You are going to die!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max: Run for your life!!! Adam had gone crazy because Miya has accepted him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Everyone: Congratulation Adam!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Adam is a very good guy. You better appreciate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: I will. How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: I mean Max. I feel that he love you very much but he very like to make you angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: If he loves me he should not make me angry. He should make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: If you angry that’s means you love him and you care about him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Although he say he love me but I didn’t know whether I should believes him or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Why you say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: I’m the one who confess to him first. At that time, he just breaks up with his girlfriend. His girlfriend is like a Barbie Doll so pretty and beautiful. At first I really thought he likes me that’s why he accept my confession but then I found out that he still kept his ex-girlfriend picture after we went out dating for 2 month. At that moment, I really wonder that he accept me because of who I am or just healing his broken heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: You should believe in him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;: At that time, I think the same way as yours but later on him make me very disappointed to him. On my birthday day he asked me out and said that he wanted to celebrate my birthday with me as a boyfriend. That day he really gave me a very big birthday present. I went to find him because he was late for half an hour and I found him at a park with a girl. They were kissing at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Who is that girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: His ex-girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: So what happen later on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;: I went back to the place his asked me to wait and later on he shows up. I asked him why he was late and he answer me that his help an old lady to find her cat. At that moment, I really want him to tell me the truth but he didn’t. He chooses to lie on me. When he choose to lie on me it had already make me lose the confident that I have on him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Miya: Then why you still in the relationship with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Because I’m waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Waiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Waiting to see when he will say breaks up with me. From the day he lie to me, I have already prepare he will breaks up with me or something better than that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Berry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Anyway, Adam is much better than Max. That’s why you must appreciate him. He is a good guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: I know and I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: (Smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-1249882379803014043?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1249882379803014043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-smile-and-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/1249882379803014043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/1249882379803014043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-smile-and-voice.html' title='Your smile and voice'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-799099359787006010</id><published>2009-09-12T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:31:24.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ying the puppet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ever since Ying came to the human world, her desire of blood becomes more and more. Nobody realise it until Professor Leak read news. Numbers of people die in the past few months, more than 30 people per month. The way they those people die is just like the way Ying kills people to get blood. It makes professor Leak very worry. He immediately asked Yang to meet him in his lab. He asked Yang what he feels about Ying in the past few months. Did Ying have any changes or act very strange? Yang answer Professor Leak that Ying seem likes become very easy thirsty since she came to human world. Those words make Professor Leak become more worry. He scared Ying will become a beast that always wants to drink blood. While Professor Leak was worrying about Ying, Ying was planning to sneak out. Ever since she came to human world, all she can go is school. After school she has to straight away go home with Yang. She always wonders how the shopping mall, cafe, disco, and others interesting place that those female students always talk about look like. She can’t go out from the main entrance so she open the window and climb down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;        She took the credit card that given by Professor Leak for emergency to shopping. She went to buy clothes, accessories, books and much more. In the other side, Professor Leak was thinking how to cure Ying, suddenly, a maid rushed into the lab. She told Professor Leak and Yang that Ying has gone. Ying was not in her own room.” It seems like she has escape.” Say Yang. The only place they think Ying could be is shopping complex. She always asks Yang and Professor Leak takes her to shopping complex but nobody listen to her. Professor Leak immediately sends out a bunch of guard to search for Ying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;        When those guards were searching for Ying, she was enjoying her movies in cinema. After that she continues her shopping. While Ying was shopping happily, there was a guy secretly taking her pictures. That guy captured every moves of Ying in the corner. Who is that guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-799099359787006010?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/799099359787006010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/ying-puppet_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/799099359787006010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/799099359787006010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/ying-puppet_12.html' title='Ying the puppet'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-1925148436478733450</id><published>2009-09-06T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:05:04.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ying The Puppet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next day, Ying and Yang go to school together with holding each other hand. They thought there will be some people try to separate them again so Yang used a scarf and tied up their hands together. When they go in the class, everyone in the class was staring at them. Ying and Yang feel very weird and feels like something is going to happen. Suddenly every female in the class walk towards Ying and Yang. They bow down and apologize to Ying and Yang. They felt very sorry for what they did and they didn’t know that Yang was trying to protect his sick sister. While those female were talking, Ying and Yang feel very weird and don’t know what those female are talking about. After those female left, Midori walk forward to Ying and hold her hands then say “No matter who you are, what you are or how you are, I will always be your friend forever.” Those words have made Ying’s heart feel very warm and sweet. From that day onwards Midori has becomes Ying’s best friend. The only friend who knows Ying’s secret. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-1925148436478733450?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1925148436478733450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/ying-puppet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/1925148436478733450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/1925148436478733450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/ying-puppet.html' title='Ying The Puppet'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-167471427739240273</id><published>2009-09-04T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:01:09.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ying The Puppet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This story starting with a professor name, Leak, took a 6 year old child's heart from human world to the underworld. Professor Leak is known as the mad scientist in the underworld. He likes to collect female’s dead body. He took all the beautiful parts of the dead female’s body and combines them together. He intends to make a beautiful and perfect puppet. He inserted a computer mind and a human heart in that puppet. After that, he used his magic to make that puppet alive. The magic he used is a forbidden magic. It is known as "Forbidden Black Magic of The God" in the underworld. This magic really makes the puppet alive but there's a weak point of that puppet. Although this puppet have beautiful long bronze hair, legs, hands, blue colour right eyes, and green colour left eyes but she has cursed by the god. She needs blood to live on. Later on, Professor Leak bought a boy back as a blood supplier. This boy needs to give his blood to Ying (The puppet) whenever she feel thirsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When it come to midnight, Ying will feel very thirsty than day time. To make herself feel better, she ran out from the lab and kill innocent people to get blood. The amount of blood she can get from Yang (The young boy) is limited. If she took more than the certain amount, Yang will die. Day by day, the numbers of people dying become more and more. The people in the underworld start to suspect Ying. Many children in the underworld smell blood from Ying's body. To prevent anything harmful to Ying, Professor Leak decides to bring Ying to the human world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ying and Yang have sent to a human high school to study some human skills. In the school they are known as an “identical twins”. They keep holding hands and never did let go. This has made the female students jealous. This is because Yang looks too cute and hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day, the female students who are in the same class as Ying and Yang, have came out with a plan to separate them. They used the PJ lessons to make Ying and Yang a part because they need to change their shirt. Boys and girls are not allowed to change clothes together. It is the schools rules. So they forced to separate. After Ying has changed her clothes a female student come and tell her that Yang will be waiting for her in the arts class behind the school building. The other female student went to tell Yang that Ying will be waiting for her in the gym. On the way to the arts class, Ying falls into a muddy pond. Her clothes were covered with mud and her contact lens fell off. The contact lens is used to cover her different colours eyes so she must find it no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When Ying was looking for her contact lens, a guy walk towards her and show Ying where her contact lens is. Although her contact lens was found back, it is all covered with mud. She covers her left eye and said thanks to that guy who helped her, then ran away. She ran to the toilet and washes away the muds that were on her face. She look at the mirror and calls Yang’s name. Suddenly, Yang feels very uncomfortable. He feels something have happened to Ying. He swing away those females student and ran to find Ying. At the same time, Ying feels very thirsty. She tries to control her thirst of blood. Suddenly there is a person walk towards her and asked her whether she needs help or not. At that moment, Ying wants to kill that person to get some blood to cure her own thirst. When she looks at that person she takes back her decision and decides not to kill that person. This is because that person is Midori. Midori is the first person who wants to be friends with Ying. She is Ying’s first friend in high school. Ying immediately pushed Midori away and warned her not to get any closer to her. At the same time, Yang found Ying. Yang carries Ying away and asked Midori not to worry and go back to class first. He will take care of her. Yang carried Ying to a silent place. He took off his shirt and asked Ying to drink his blood to cure her thirst. Without any further thought, Ying bite at Yang’s neck and drink his blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;While Ying was drinking Yang’s blood, a person was hiding outside the door. That person is Midori. She saw Ying bite at Yang’s neck and drink his blood. Yang’s blood keeps dripping nonstop. It makes her very nervous. She scared Ying and Yang will notice her so she covered her mouth, hold her breath and ran away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-167471427739240273?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/167471427739240273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/puppet-which-name-ying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/167471427739240273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/167471427739240273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/puppet-which-name-ying.html' title='Ying The Puppet'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-7869772123819228401</id><published>2009-08-29T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T04:57:14.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your smile and voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Part 3 (Forgotten memory I)&lt;!--?xml:namespace prefix = o /--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;These few days, Miya always have the same dream. In her dream she saw a guy trying to protect her and got bitten by many guys. One of those bad guys got pissed and decides to kill both of them. That bad guy spread all the gun powder in the whole ware house and light up the gun powder outside that house and then the whole house explode because there are petrol, 2 or 3 hundred box of gun powder and a lot of explosive item. Those images keep coming out in Miya’s dream. Every night she got woken up because of this dream. When she woke up her head will become very pain and some images keep coming out in her mind but are very blur. One day, she decides to pay a visit to Uncle Roy’s Clinic. She told Uncle Roy everything that happen in the past few days and she feel very familiar with those images and it seem like happens on her before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /--&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Don’t worry Miya. Everything will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: I know I’m not &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; true cousin and I just a girl that adopted by Aunt Cindy right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: How did you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: I’m not stupid or idiot you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Miya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Tell me the truth Uncle Roy. Please, I beg you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Why don’t you just tell her dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Adam, when did you come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Adam: 5 minutes ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Uncle Roy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Cindy and &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; took you from the seaside. They saw you collapse at there and so they took you back. When you woke up you felt very sick so &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; bring you to my house. I gave you a full body check up and realise that your body were covered with injuries and your back was a bit burned too. I guess maybe you had faced a big explosion. Your head got a very bad injuries and that’s make you memory lost. You can live on maybe there were people protect you from that explosion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Why you say so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Because your back not fully got burned just 1/3 past of your body got burned only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: In my dream I saw a guy trying to protect me but I didn’t know whether he is the one who saved me or not. Ouch... my head feel so pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Don’t force yourself to think it. Your head will feel hurt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Miya let me send you home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="color:#993366;"&gt;That night...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Sfx: Ding Dong the door bell rang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Miya!!! (Hug)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Sorry to disturb you. I’m her to borrow shower. Can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Borrow Shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; forgot to pay the water bill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: I see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: So can I borrow the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Of course, you can. Come in first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: If I borrow you the shower, you must stay here for dinner. Ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: The bath room is upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="color:#993366;"&gt;5 minutes later&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: I’m back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Welcome back. Today dinner is Western style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Cool...then I will go take a quick bath first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: What??? I’m sure I heard he says something but what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Waaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: What have happen Miya? (Rush to upstairs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal: Don’t tell me you are peeking Miya bathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: No!!! I didn’t know that she’s is in our house also. I didn’t do it on purpose. You didn’t tell me she was in the toilet bathing and she didn’t lock the door also how could I know there’s someone inside. I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Ok, ok, is my fault alright. I forget to tell Adam that you are here. And forgot to tell Miya that Adam is coming back home soon so must lock the door. So Miya would you forgive Adam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Alright. (Blush)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: I’m sorry Miya. I will take the responsibility. I will marry you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: WHAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Dream on brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: Sis, are you still cooking before coming up her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Yup&lt;/st1:place&gt;. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: I smell something is burning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Oh no my barbeque chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10 minutes later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Sorry, Miya. I asked you to stay for dinner but at last we end up eating instant noodle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Never mind, is alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: This is not instant noodle. This is cup mee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Crystal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;: Shut up brat. Is your entire fault!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: What me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: If you are not peeking Miya bathing then it won’t end up like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: I’m not peeking and I didn’t peeking also! If you tell me earlier that Miya is upstairs bathing I won’t go to the toilet for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal: Haha...if I tell you earlier maybe you will really end up peeking Miya bathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: I won’t!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: You were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: Can both of you stop this. It is very embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam &amp;amp; Crystal: NO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: ..... (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-7869772123819228401?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7869772123819228401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-smile-and-voice_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/7869772123819228401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/7869772123819228401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-smile-and-voice_29.html' title='Your smile and voice'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-7010515194948641822</id><published>2009-08-27T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:43:22.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your smile and voice Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The main character...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;1) Miya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;top singer Malinano Sakari .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;16 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;lost all her memory after a explosion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Adopted by Cindy after she lost her memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2) Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Roy's elder son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;18 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Miya's boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Max's elder brother, Crystal's younger brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3) Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Roy's youngest son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;17 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Berry's boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4) Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Cindy's daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;17 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Very fierce when she knows her boyfriend, Max go out with others women. (part 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5) Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Rex's twin brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;20 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Promise his brother, Rex will protect &lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-MY;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Malinano Sakari no matter what happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Cruel and heartless when it faces to business problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;6) Rex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Malinano Sakari's future husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;20 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Pass away after saving Sakari and left her in an unknown island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;the last words he said to Sakari is "living for the day after tomorrow".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SpZBjPJ1H3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Wy4xj3TFsk8/s1600-h/chac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SpZBjPJ1H3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Wy4xj3TFsk8/s400/chac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374555278932254578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Miya, Max, Jay,Adam, and Berry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-7010515194948641822?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7010515194948641822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-smile-and-voice-character.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/7010515194948641822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/7010515194948641822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-smile-and-voice-character.html' title='Your smile and voice Character'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SpZBjPJ1H3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Wy4xj3TFsk8/s72-c/chac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-1710960662879431267</id><published>2009-08-25T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T04:03:51.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your smile and voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:71.25pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:71.25pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;1 week later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:71.25pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;At Uncle Roy’s house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:71.25pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya- Adam!!! Wake up!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:71.25pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- Miya... stops jumping on my bed.&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Miya- If you wake up on time then I won’t jump on your bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal- Miya, you are so early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya- This is because I don’t want to be late to school. This is my first day too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- Sis, please grab her out! I want to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; Sorry, I’m not going to help you. Let me give you a tip Miya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya- Tips???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal- In that drawer beside the bed has a very secret book of Adam in it. It also called as a pornographic book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya- Porno-graph-ic....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- SISTER!!! (Embarrassing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal- Oh my brother has wake up. See Miya didn’t I told you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya- ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;In another room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Sfx- Crash!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- How dare you go out with Joanne the whole night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max- How did you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- You really thinks I’m an idiot that didn’t know that my boyfriend go out with another girl? (Smack, punch, bite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max- Ouch... help!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam, Crystal, Miya, and Roy- He deserved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya- Although I didn’t Berry much but I’m sure she is a hot and spicy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- Blek... (Imagining Berry is a hot and spicy girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya- I mean her temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max- HELP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- Ouch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Crystal- Dad, I think you better ready some bandage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Sfx-Crash (Breaking vase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max- Aww... HELP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya- Uncle Roy, I think ambulance is much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy- Agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Adam- Lets go Miya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya- Ok. Good Luck, Max and Berry don’t be late for the opening ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- Alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max- Miya... (Crying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- Miya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Welcome to M High School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Miya: (Smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Adam: .... (Blush)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Miya = Sakari.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-1710960662879431267?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1710960662879431267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-smile-and-voice_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/1710960662879431267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/1710960662879431267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-smile-and-voice_25.html' title='Your smile and voice'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-4039827918249075584</id><published>2009-08-22T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:27:25.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your smile and voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;No, no, NO!!!! (Explode sfx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Breaking news the top singer Malinano Sakari had lost her ability to speak in an accident. All the media company have break the contract they signed. At the same day we have lost Sakari track. Nobody knows where she is including her manager and her family. What will this top singer that’s only 16 years old face? --------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- Oh, you have wake up. Mom that girl has wake up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Sakari- Where am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; This is my house. My mom and I saw u collapse at the seaside so we took you back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Sakari- Collapsed at the seaside? Ouch... my head felt so pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- Mom!!! Are you alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Cindy- What happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- She says her head felt pain. She seem like can’t remember anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Cindy- Berry takes her to Uncle Roy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;’s house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- Uncle Roy, are you home?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; Oh... is you, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. What makes you come to my house? You came here to visit me or my second son, Max but he’s not at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; I came here to ask you to treat this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; I see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;A few minutes later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy- Oh my god... such a poor girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- Uncle Roy, what have happen to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy- Didn’t you take off her cloth after saving her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;- Her hands and legs is covered with injuries. It seem like she had faced a big explosion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; At her back also have injuries and a bit burned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; She mentioned her head is hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: I noticed earlier already. This may cause her memory lost. Let her stay her for a few day, I will see how she is after taking some medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- Alright.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam: &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;: Adam!!! Long time no see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- We just met 2 days ago with Max. In your eyes there was just Max. No one else you will saw if Max is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- Hehe... got to go. Bye!!! (Run Away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Adam- Dad, what is the dinner for tonight? I’m so hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy- Ask your sister to cook for you. I’m busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- But sis had gone to dating already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy- Then you should go find a girlfriend to cook for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- Why don’t you find a new mother for me since mom had passed away almost 7 years already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy-You better be careful your mother come back and knock you off tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- Woo... I feel very scare lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;- Are you really my son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- Of course I’m your son. If you don’t believe go ask your wife tonight in your dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy-Tonight you are going to eat biscuits only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- Dad you are so cruel. (Biting biscuit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy- Yaya... so don’t disturb me anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- What are you busy with? Who is this girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max- She is so pretty. I seem like sees her before somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam &amp;amp; Roy- When did you come back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max- While both of you was arguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- If you keep looking at this girl I’m sure &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berry&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; will make you blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max- You really think she will make me blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry- Why don’t you try and see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max- Berry!!! What makes you come here so late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;-My mother says I must bring that girl back cause this house full of wolf. (Take Sakari back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Adam- Wolf? I think she‘s mentioning you, Max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:71.25pt"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;- Agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:71.25pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Max-Don’t try to deny it. She is mentioning us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-4039827918249075584?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4039827918249075584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-smile-and-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/4039827918249075584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/4039827918249075584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-smile-and-voice.html' title='Your smile and voice'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-5095025252539123707</id><published>2009-07-24T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:31:54.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in the raining day.</title><content type='html'>Rains fall…walking alone in the rain. Tears keep flowing out non stop. No matter what I do the tears keep flowing out. Maybe is because of the wound in my heart is too deep and pain. It just like a knife stabs though my heart. Everyone is staring at me while I walking alone in the street. I slipped but nobody came to help me or give me a hand. My hands and legs have wounded. It feels so pain. I try to steel myself but I failed. Suddenly a big hand showed to me. A kind hearted guy shows his helping hand to me. He helps me to get up and walk. He even sends me to the nearest clinic. While I was seeing the doctor he went out and buys me some dry clothes for me to change. The ways he treat me make me forget about the hard thing I had went through earlier. He walk me back home with an umbrella because it still raining. On the way back home, suddenly his phone rang. He told me he had to go and he passed the umbrella to me and ran to take a taxi. I didn’t even have a chance to thanks him and ask for his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my parents told me that I got to transfer school to London because of my father work. Everything must settle in 2 weeks. In these two weeks I always went to the place I met that guy but I didn’t saw him. I can’t really remember his appearance but I still remember his big warm hand help me to get up. That night, I was so down because my best friend has betrayed me. I believes in her so much but she stole everything from me include my boyfriend. This is not important anymore. The things I want now are to find the guy who helped me. Until the day I have to go to London I still can’t find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so disappointed about it. I can’t control my feelings anymore. At last I cried on the plane. I really wish to meet that guy again and thank him for what he has done to me. Suddenly the guy sat beside me gave me a tissue and ask me a very special question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guy: Why must I see you cry whenever I see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up and I saw the guy which sitting beside me was the guy who help me two weeks ago. I was so happy and I even moved forward and hug him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guy: Hey!!! You hugged me too tight. I can’t breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: I’m sorry. (Let go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guy: Nice to meet you. My name is Ryou. Sorry for leaving you alone walk home that day.(smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: Is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guy: What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: My name is Miya. Thanks for everything you done for me earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guy: You are welcome. Are you going to London?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: Yes, I’m going to study there because of my father works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guy: Which school are you in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: Erm…Q High School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guy: Is that true? Then we will in the same high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl: Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guy: Of course is true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is this fate or the god really heard my wish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-5095025252539123707?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5095025252539123707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-in-raining-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/5095025252539123707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/5095025252539123707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-in-raining-day.html' title='Love in the raining day.'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-706270824126449942</id><published>2009-07-04T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:47:19.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How is my drawing? Compare to the original sure not a like. Please give some comment to it.^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/Sk9pl0oUK_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/zid71hm8SkA/s1600-h/5454.bmp" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/Sk9pl0oUK_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/zid71hm8SkA/s400/5454.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354614580470623218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(original)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/Sk9pBDL2kKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GR_ZTalSYR0/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/Sk9pBDL2kKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GR_ZTalSYR0/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354613948722614434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(my drawing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/Sk9oJWmeCOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HEq0ujVDqEY/s1600-h/0564541.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/Sk9oJWmeCOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HEq0ujVDqEY/s400/0564541.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354612991861852386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(original)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/Sk9nUGIZDgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Kjitbh5YiWM/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/Sk9nUGIZDgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Kjitbh5YiWM/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354612076907662850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(my drawing)&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/8782623806099756588-706270824126449942?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/706270824126449942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-is-my-drawing-compare-to-original.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/706270824126449942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/706270824126449942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-is-my-drawing-compare-to-original.html' title=''/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/Sk9pl0oUK_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/zid71hm8SkA/s72-c/5454.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-3320926074088058083</id><published>2009-07-02T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:37:48.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like drawing!!! ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What do u think about this image?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkxxCbcS9_I/AAAAAAAAADg/hDuhOGl3Vjk/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkxxCbcS9_I/AAAAAAAAADg/hDuhOGl3Vjk/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353778343576795122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-3320926074088058083?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3320926074088058083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-drawing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3320926074088058083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3320926074088058083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-drawing.html' title='I Like drawing!!! ^^'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkxxCbcS9_I/AAAAAAAAADg/hDuhOGl3Vjk/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-832807491854515715</id><published>2009-07-02T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:33:11.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*****</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Haiz....draw not same like her...(so sad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkxwZCUnpjI/AAAAAAAAADY/012u2wAQ1eE/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkxwZCUnpjI/AAAAAAAAADY/012u2wAQ1eE/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353777632459073074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-832807491854515715?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/832807491854515715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/832807491854515715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/832807491854515715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='*****'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkxwZCUnpjI/AAAAAAAAADY/012u2wAQ1eE/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-4441361496607206715</id><published>2009-06-30T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:20:03.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess who is the person in the picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkoCek34CnI/AAAAAAAAADI/_Ki52lqgTfI/s400/511.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353093831400622706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(a)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkoCqWXdufI/AAAAAAAAADQ/h-OFTiM4yzE/s400/5451.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353094033665014258" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(b)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8782623806099756588-4441361496607206715?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4441361496607206715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/06/guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/4441361496607206715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/4441361496607206715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/06/guess.html' title='Guess.....'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkoCek34CnI/AAAAAAAAADI/_Ki52lqgTfI/s72-c/511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-5553755491032837733</id><published>2009-06-29T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:33:13.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who is she?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;During perdagangan class I saw a girl sleeping on the table. She sleep so soundly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkiJV3VsnHI/AAAAAAAAADA/oL144aTNXHw/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkiJV3VsnHI/AAAAAAAAADA/oL144aTNXHw/s400/scan0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352679165855046770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is that girl?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Draw by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laychin&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/8782623806099756588-5553755491032837733?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5553755491032837733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/06/guess-who-is-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/5553755491032837733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/5553755491032837733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/06/guess-who-is-she.html' title='Guess who is she?'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkiJV3VsnHI/AAAAAAAAADA/oL144aTNXHw/s72-c/scan0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-3624922058476785867</id><published>2009-06-27T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:43:06.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To: My Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A trip to Ipoh and I found my dear friend Tu Yun in a biscuit shop in Ipoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkYOCqIJWBI/AAAAAAAAACg/WKvTLfK0Qmg/s400/Photo-0018.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351980646007396370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought Tu Yun from the biscuit's shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkYOSjHTgEI/AAAAAAAAACo/1qXDHtsYsJY/s400/Photo-0039.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351980919002726466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to eat Tu Yun. Muahahaha.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkYPE8dCLYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UXkmLn6fP2A/s400/tu+yun.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 377px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351981784798211458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Tu Yun ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkYOxjRYsUI/AAAAAAAAACw/tdOGQz7jDSs/s400/kuai+yun.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 377px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351981451620954434" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;CuTE??? Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8782623806099756588-3624922058476785867?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3624922058476785867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-dear-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3624922058476785867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3624922058476785867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-dear-friend.html' title='To: My Dear Friend'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SkYOCqIJWBI/AAAAAAAAACg/WKvTLfK0Qmg/s72-c/Photo-0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-6540668216843586226</id><published>2009-04-19T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:16:08.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Got money&lt;br /&gt;Sure happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Win money&lt;br /&gt;So happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Win money&lt;br /&gt;So lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Lose money&lt;br /&gt;So angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Lose money&lt;br /&gt;So unlucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;No money&lt;br /&gt;Sure mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;If you’re free&lt;br /&gt;Please call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Sleep early&lt;br /&gt;Won’t sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Live healthy&lt;br /&gt;Won’t so fast mati&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Shout loudly&lt;br /&gt;If you are crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Be crazy&lt;br /&gt;No worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Call mami&lt;br /&gt;If you are hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Kena bully&lt;br /&gt;Call daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Teacher angry&lt;br /&gt;So scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend naughty, naughty&lt;br /&gt;Dihukum mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Go gurney&lt;br /&gt;Sure happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Play with mummy&lt;br /&gt;Sure very scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Saw mummy&lt;br /&gt;Ask “How you mati?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Saw mummy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lari (If you are very brave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree? Which one do you like the most?^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-6540668216843586226?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6540668216843586226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/6540668216843586226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/6540668216843586226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-happy.html' title='Be Happy....'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-6900486626711183265</id><published>2009-04-19T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:28:43.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Revenge &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story starting with a guy, who didn’t being grateful for what he got. The guy name is Jack. Jack had a pretty, beautiful and charming girlfriend name May. Their relationship has being going on for almost 5 years. Their relationship had start when they are form 1 and now they are lower six. Jack was getting tired and boring with May so he planning to try something new. The thing he wants to try is dating with May’s best friend Alice. At first, he is just thinking only but lying to Alice and dating with Alice, he feels very interesting and fun. This feeling will make him regret forever. Day by day had pass, Jack and Alice had lying to May and dating had almost 2 month. One day, May was studying in library after school until 4 p.m... When she wants to go home, she saw Jack at the school wandering around. She follows his back and wandering who he was waiting for. She can’t believe her eyes when she saw the person hugging Jack is her best friend, Alice. May seeing them hugging, kissing and without thinking she turns back and walk away. She makes her self to believe that Jack is just playing around and he will come back to her side soon. The next day, Jack wants to brake up with her. She keeps asking why but the answer she got is he getting tired and boring with her. At that moment, her heart keeps burning up and her eyes full of hate ness. She can’t believe the 5 years relationship can just break. She decided to revenge for what Alice and Jack did to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day morning before the school open, May has called Alice to training for volley ball. While training May purposely hit the ball hardly to the bushes. When Alice went to the bushes to take the ball, May knock her down at her back. She took Alice to a warehouse which behind the Gym. The warehouse is not allowed to go in without the teacher’s permission. The others student in that school believes that warehouse is haunted. That’s why nobody dares to go in. After she took Alice into the warehouse, she took out an electrical saw out and saw every part of Alice’s body part down. The whole floor full of blood includes May’s clothes and also her face. She took all Alice’s body parts to school and starts her second part of her revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, Jack when to canteen and he saw a plate of burger writing that the burger is for him. Without thinking he just eats it. Suddenly he bitten a hard thing, he split it out and he looks carefully what is that. He screams after he saw it. It was a human finger. Nobody knows whose finger is that. Jack feels very dizzy after that incident. He went to the toilet to wash his face. When the he open the pipe and wash his face suddenly everybody in the toilet scream. Jack opens his eyes and he saw the pipe water was red in colour. The teacher went to the tank and check and they saw a piece of bloody meat in the tank. The teachers wander who put the meat inside the tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Jack went to his science class lessons. The teacher wants them to dissect a cow’s heart. Every student got the same cow heart except Jack. When Jack touches the heart he feels that the heart was warm but before that he touched other people cow’s heart was cold. So he asks the teacher. The teacher told him that the heart should be cold not warm. While saying to Jack, the teacher walk towards to Jack and take a look of the cow’s heart Jack gotten. The teacher screams after having a look. She faster ran out from the class. None of the student knows the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming lesson is Additional mathematic, so Jack goes to his locker and takes his books. When he open it a big things fell on him so he push it away a take a look. Everybody scream include Jack after seeing that big things. It was a dead body without head, legs, hands, heart, and a piece of meat. The teacher faster goes to call police. Before that Jack had fainted after seeing that dead body. He had sent to the school clinic and when he wake up he feel some things heavy on his body. He opens his eyes and saw it was a pair of leg and hands without fingers. He screams and ran out off the bed. After he ran out of the school clinic he straight ran until he got tired so he takes a rest at the gym. He feels something wrong with the gym’s store room’s door. He walks toward to it and opens the door a things straight hit to him face to face. It was Alice’s head. Alice head was bleeding. The floor in the store room was cover with blood. He scream and the police arrived rush into the gym. At last, they know whose head, legs, hands, heart, fingers, and a piece of meat is. All of that is Alice’s body part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police investigated but had no result. The police plan to investigate more so they want all the students and teacher go back home. Suddenly there is a person laughing. Everybody looks around and they saw the person who laughs is May. May walk out from the crowd and says that the police are useless and hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: Police are useless and hopeless. Do you want to know who the one who kill Alice is? That is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: Do you think I don’t know what you two did behind me. Alice die is because of you. Hahaha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that she killed herself. Before she die, she curse Jack forever no true love and the person he love will die one by one in 2 month then she dead. Year by year had pass, the person jack love one by one die in accident when their relationship had until 2 month. The curse May left had make Jack life became dark and hopeless. At that time, he only knows that the things that he did to May was wrong. Jack was very regret for what he did but regret had no cure. Jack will have to walk his future road by himself without any partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is the most scary kind of human?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-6900486626711183265?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6900486626711183265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/revenge-this-story-starting-with-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/6900486626711183265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/6900486626711183265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/revenge-this-story-starting-with-guy.html' title='Revenge....'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-5779019426401325585</id><published>2009-04-19T02:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:07:54.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lin's diary (12/4/1990)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12 April 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Mick’s 14 years old birthday. I had prepared a birthday cake and a present for him but I had baked it too long until it become black in colour. Never mind I still got a present giving him. The present I’m giving him was the key of my diary. When I reached Mick’s birthday party, I took the present from my back and walk towards to him with a smile. Before I gave the present to him, he introduced me his new girlfriend, Winnie. Winnie is younger than me. She looks very pretty and nice. She also gave Mick a keychain as a birthday present. Mick straight hang it in his wallet but when I gave the present I prepare to him…he just said thanks. Then he just put it aside. My heart felt so weird when he did that. What is that feeling? Is that angry, disappointed or jealous? At that moment, Mick celebrating his birthday with Winnie look so happy and the moment Winnie kiss him and he kiss back her… I know what the feeling I got earlier is jealous. My heart felt so pain and my tear can’t stop flowing out from my eyes when I saw Mick kissed Winnie. I whipped off my tears and walk towards Mick and told him that I’m not feeling well and I’m going home first. All he said to me is “Take care, bye.” After what he said, I straight ran back to home. I keep on thinking why I felt jealous earlier on? When I reach my home, I got the answer. I had such a feeling because I love him. I had fall in love with him since we are small. At 12 midnight, Mick called me and told me what is going on after I went back. Furthermore, he also told me how sweet her girlfriend, Winnie is. While he was saying, my heart felt so pain. It's like a blade stab though my heart. It feels really, really pain. Somebody help…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-5779019426401325585?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5779019426401325585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/lins-diary-1241990.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/5779019426401325585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/5779019426401325585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/lins-diary-1241990.html' title='Lin&apos;s diary (12/4/1990)'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-939364320335139639</id><published>2009-04-19T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:04:38.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra: Lin's diary (4/1/1990)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 January 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had bought a diary from a new store. The diary had 2 key with it when I bought it. I was planning to give one of the key to Mick. I’m going to give it to him for his 14th birthday. I decorate it very nice just like a key chain but actually it was a key of my diary. I hope he like it. I can’t wait for it. I wish he will use this key to open the diary of my heart one day. This diary will let him know me better but I have a very bad feeling about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-939364320335139639?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/939364320335139639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/extra-lins-diary-411990.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/939364320335139639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/939364320335139639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/extra-lins-diary-411990.html' title='Extra: Lin&apos;s diary (4/1/1990)'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-4336574873175113654</id><published>2009-04-19T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:06:57.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 11 (End)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Mick ran to Jun’s office. The workers in the office said that Jun has resigned last night. Nobody knows where he had gone to. The only things left in his office is a pieces of paper that left by Jun when he burn that paper. Mick can’t find Jun or Lin’s any where and he know that the paper that had burn is the diary missing pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326324755092871458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SeroJQmuGSI/AAAAAAAAABI/wfd3_KCVAfU/s320/the+truth.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I promise you, I won’t let him know the truth. I won’t let anyone knows to tell him about your pass. No one can spread the rumors. I will protect you forever. Lin, I will never let anyone to hurt u anymore. I swear. No one will know the truth….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years he still can’t find Jun and Lin’s father any where. One day he receives a mail from his detective friend. In the mail there are pictures and news of an old man dead in a few years ago by jumping down from a tall building. The old man was Lin’s father. At that moment, he realize that he won’t know what happen to Lin before she dead and also the truth that Lin killed her self. He will never know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-4336574873175113654?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4336574873175113654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_7458.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/4336574873175113654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/4336574873175113654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_7458.html' title='My best friend Lin'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SeroJQmuGSI/AAAAAAAAABI/wfd3_KCVAfU/s72-c/the+truth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-2305005265527245689</id><published>2009-04-19T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:52:04.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bestfriend Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finish read Lin’s diary, I realize that there are a few pages are missing. It seems like someone tear it out from the diary. A lot of the part that got tear out is seem like the day that I left Tokyo and the following day and the last one missing is the page that should be wrote by Lin the day she pass away. I went to Lin’s house and went to her room and see whether there are the missing pages in her room or not. I search her room up side down but also can’t find it. Suddenly, I realize that there should be two keys for the diary, one is with me and another one should be with Lin. The key should be in her room but I didn’t saw it. Where is the key?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(knock, knock, knock….)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Is that you Mick-kun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick: Leo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Mick-kun I forgot to tell you, before you sent okasan and otosan back Jun-kun has come before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick: What???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: He went in to nee-chan’s room for a few minutes only came out. I saw he took something from nee-chan’s room and keep it in his coat. Then he went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- He’s the one who took the key and the missing pages away. What is he hiding from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ring…..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Mushi, Mushi…. Who is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo’s father: Is me otosan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: OTOSAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo’s father: I’m sorry Leo. Your mom and I won’t come back d. from today onwards you will stay with your aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Otosan…you don’t want Leo already right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo’s father: I’m sorry Leo. Dad had done something unforgivable. I can’t return to the town forever. I’m really very sorry Leo. (Close the phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: OTOSAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick: What had happen Leo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Otosan don’t want Leo already. He abandons me. (Start crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick: Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Otosan said that he had done something unforgivable. He can’t return to the town forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick: He must know something about Lin’s dead. Jun must the one who sent him away. What is he hiding? (Suspect)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-2305005265527245689?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2305005265527245689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bestfriend-lin_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/2305005265527245689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/2305005265527245689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bestfriend-lin_19.html' title='My bestfriend Lin'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-8185715842041160979</id><published>2009-04-19T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:54:47.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that night, Jun left after his last word. I wonder what he means. I ask and ask Lin’s father what does Jun mean but he didn’t answer me. He just keep crying non stop. I sent Lin’s parents back home then I left. Before I left Lin’s younger brother, Sam suddenly pull my shirt don’t let me go. He gave me a book and told me that book was Lin’s diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Leo, what is this for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo- This is my sister diary. I saw she wrote it before she die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- So….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo- Leo wants to know why sis dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick-But Leo the diary needs key. Where is the key?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo- I don’t know where is the key. Maybe Jun-kun will know it. After Mick-kun had left, sis always said Jun-kun is the only one who knows her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Jun….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to Jun’s office. I ask him about Lin’s diary keys but he didn’t answer me. He just says that is a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Jun, please I beg you. Please tell me where the key is. I really want to know why Lin commits suicide and her wish before her dead. I hope I can fulfill her last wish. I hurt her before and I didn’t have a chance to apologize to her. Now I just want to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun- The key is with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun- The key is with you all the time. Lin told me that just two person can open that diary. One is her. Another one is you. She had given the key to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- The key is with me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun- Think carefully had you receive a gift from Lin that looks like a key. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326323106251019762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SermpSMMFfI/AAAAAAAAABA/vUOL9Hm82OY/s320/diary2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had visit Jun, I go back home. I lie on the bed and think. I keep thinking non-stop but I still cannot recall back. At last I fall a sleep and had a weird dream. The dream was same like my 14 years old birthday. In my dream I saw Lin was standing at the corner while everybody was singing birthday song for me. When the birthday song finish singing I saw Lin tears suddenly flow out while looking to the way I am. I look to the way Lin looking at and I saw Winnie was kissing me. Lin tears keep flowing out while she running home. I finally know where the Diary’s key is. The Diary’s key is always in a box which I put it in the store room for almost 5 years. The key is a gift from Lin for my 14th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the store room to find that box. I find and find for an hour but still didn’t have the box. When I want to give out to find the box, suddenly I knocked a box behind me and another box on top of that box fall down. Everything in the box all came out. The things in that box were 14th birthday present. One of it is from Lin. I use that key that Lin gave me open that diary. The diary was bought by Lin 4 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-8185715842041160979?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8185715842041160979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_9889.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/8185715842041160979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/8185715842041160979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_9889.html' title='My best friend Lin'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SermpSMMFfI/AAAAAAAAABA/vUOL9Hm82OY/s72-c/diary2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-8330155947216477273</id><published>2009-04-19T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:32:28.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the midnight of the dance party, I had received a call from my aunt. In the call she told me that Lin had sent to the hospital. Without thinking, I straight a way ran to the hospital. When I reach there is too late. Lin had passed away. I saw everyone was crying include Jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Aunt, how did Lin die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- Lin, she kills herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Why? (Confusing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- Mick, clam down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- How can I calm down!!! Lin had passed away and I didn’t even have a chance to tell her how I feel and apologize to her what I did 2 years ago. (Tears flowing out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun- I got to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- Jun-kun, what had Lin told you before she die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun- Nothing….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- What had Lin told you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun- I had said already NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- You liar… bastard what had you did to Lin and what had she said to you before she die? (Punch Jun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin’s dad- How did you know Lin will kill herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun- You should ask yourself. What had you did to Lin these 2 years? You all are the one who made Lin killed herself.( Walk away)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-8330155947216477273?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8330155947216477273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_738.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/8330155947216477273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/8330155947216477273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_738.html' title='My best friend Lin'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-2200854659636753145</id><published>2009-04-19T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:30:55.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 30 July 1994, the school will have a prom night. I’m planning to tell Lin how I feel. First of all I have to apologize to her for what I did 2 years ago. I have tried so many times to apologize to her but every time sure got some obstacle. Before the prom night, I had given an invitation card of the prom night to Lin. I had put it in Lin’s locker in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          On that night of the prom night, I asked Lin whether she received my invitation card or not. That also the last night I saw her and talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Lin do you receive my invitation card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Yap, I had received it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Have you read it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- No, I throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Listen Mick I don’t want to dance with you and also don’t want to talk with you too. So don’t always try to get near to me anymore. (Walk away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Lin…. Wait!! (Pulling Lin’s hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Let go of me… (Run away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- LIN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-2200854659636753145?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2200854659636753145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_7294.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/2200854659636753145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/2200854659636753145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_7294.html' title='My best friend Lin'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-5379899072134938684</id><published>2009-04-19T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:28:11.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I fail my apologize plan and I also have a weird feeling when I saw Lin with another guy together so close. I never felt this way before. This felling was different when I saw my girlfriend with another guy together. But when I saw Lin with that guy I feel so jealous. I wonder what is going on. Am I falling in love with Lin? It’s so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;             After I came back from England my aunt send me to Lin’s high school. Unexpected I had got in to the same class with Lin. Lin seem like avoiding me when I trying to get close to her. I can’t stand it anymore so I went to talk with her after school but at the same time that guy came to fetch Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Hey Lin, can we talk for a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- What you want to talk with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pit, pit is sound of hon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Who is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- He is Jun-kun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- He seems like older than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Yap, he is older than me for almost 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Is he your…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun- Lin I’m sorry for interrupting you but I ‘m in hurry and I got things to talk with you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Ok, be right there. I’m sorry I got to go, Mick. Jamata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Lin, I want to say sorry for what I did 2 years ago. I’m so sorry. (Say it in the heart)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-5379899072134938684?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5379899072134938684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_6941.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/5379899072134938684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/5379899072134938684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_6941.html' title='My best friend Lin'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-3645398298916164450</id><published>2009-04-19T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:24:04.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he say is true. Although I know Lin such a long time but I still don’t know what kind of person she is. I always thought that I’m Lin best friend because I know her well but now I’m not sure of it anymore. I fell that our relationship had broke at that moment I slap her and not telling her that I’m going to England. Now I had come back, I’m going to apologize to Lin for what I did before. I hope she will forgive me but this is just a hope. I have no confidence of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had arrived Tokyo on 25 May 1994, 7p.m. I straight away went to Lin’s house but Lin was not at home. Lin was not at home that means she must be in the school so I went to Lin school to see. When I reached Lin’s school I felt very strange. I saw a girl who looks very same like Lin but she is totally different type with Lin. I ask someone from that school whether they know where Lin is. They straight a way point to that girl that I say just now. When they told me that girl was Lin I totally got shocked. Her long black hair became short yellow hair and her attitude also had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Hey Lin, how are you? Long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Mick? (Got shock) When did you come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- I just came back this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane- MICK… is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Jane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane- Oh…Mick I miss you so much. (Hug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Jane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pit, pit sound of hon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- I have to go. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Wait…Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane- Oh…is that guy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Is that guy again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane- That guy always come and fetches Lin home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Who is that guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane- I think so he is Lin’s boyfriend. He seems older than Lin a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that guy taking Lin home, my heart fell so uncomfortable. I never fell this way before. I think is because of I never see Lin with a guy so close before. Is that felling of jealous but why I fell so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-3645398298916164450?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3645398298916164450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_5263.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3645398298916164450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3645398298916164450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_5263.html' title='My best friend Lin'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-7426706563329625353</id><published>2009-04-19T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:16:26.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later, I had come back to Tokyo, my home land. Everything had change include Lin and I. When I was in England there’s a guy that I hate the most in my preschool. He hate gave me a faithful memory in my life but he seem like know everything about me and Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sven- Hey Mick, do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- How can I forget you, Sven? I will never forget you in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sven- I’m so glad that I ‘m so important to you. You seem like never change at all this few years still is an idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Pardon….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sven- If I were Lin I were never help an idiot like you. She had to give you up from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sven- Lin and you are best friend since you two are 5 years old. We went to the same preschool together. I still remember how friendly you and Lin. Do you remember that you had been suspected by teacher that you steal things in school when you were 10 years old? Everybody doesn’t believe you but the only one who believes you, is only Lin because you are her best friend and she knows you well. Then what had she got in the end. Her best friend doesn’t believe her and slap her and also breaks her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- How do you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sven- That day I went to your school to visit James on the way to visit James I saw you and Lin outside the gym. I heard everything you say to Lin. I feel so sad for Lin having such a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick-I …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sven- You two were best friend almost 10 years but you still don’t know what person she is and she still help you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- She helps me no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sven- OMG, you really don’t know it? Every time you have a new girlfriend you sure didn’t finish work that you have to do. Lin will sure help you to finish it up without anybody realizes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- I….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sven- Let me guess you didn’t told her that you came to England study. I am sympathy at Lin having a best friend like Mick. (Walk away)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-7426706563329625353?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7426706563329625353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_1152.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/7426706563329625353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/7426706563329625353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_1152.html' title='My best friend Lin'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-3989355211028915504</id><published>2009-04-19T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:06:45.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards every time we met we didn’t say anything. At that moment I felt very lonely. I don’t know what to do. Should I apologize to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mick’s home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- I’m home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- Oh Mick, come here I got a good news for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- You is going to England. The school that you apply had accepted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- Is true. We are going to England next week. So pack up your stuff and remember to fell well with Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- But I have to do the transfer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- No needs to worry about that. I will do everything for you. This few days you seem very down. You had argue with Lin right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Ah….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- Never mind, you just have to remember to tell Lin that you are going to England study and don’t forget to say apologize for what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- But…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt- No but…. She is your best friend since you are in preschool. Every time you two argue, Lin sure will apologize to you first. This time you should be the one who apologize first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Alright… I will apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to school. I’m planning to tell Lin that I’m going to England but when I saw her I can’t open my mouth. Even can’t say sorry to her. After that day I didn’t see her again. She sure won’t forgive me leaving without saying a word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-3989355211028915504?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3989355211028915504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3989355211028915504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3989355211028915504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin_19.html' title='My best friend Lin'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-3791260001704609584</id><published>2009-04-19T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:05:07.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day we became best friend. Lin told me that she had lost her mother when she was 3 years old. Now she stays with her father. Her father had remarried when Lin was 8 years old. From that day onwards, Lin cheerful smile had lost. Every day after school, Lin had to went back home to help her stepmother in her ramen shop. Everything had change when we growing up include our relationship. It starts from 22 March 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(School's Garden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Hey, Mick. Why you want to see me so hurry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Lin, do you know that girl? What do you think about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- You mean Jane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Yap. She was my dream girl. She has an ordinary long brown hair, green eyes, pretty, smart, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- MICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Don't day dream. I have to study and work. Don’t waste my time and call me for such a stupid things. (Walk away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- THIS NOT A STUPID THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Evening, in the gym)&lt;br /&gt;[Piak... (Sound of slapping)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane- I'm sorry Lin. I know I shouldn't near Mick so much. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- What???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- What is happening Jane? Are you alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane- I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane's friend- Are you sure you are all right just got slap by Lin? (telling lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane- Is ok. I'm fine. (Pretending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- WHAT? Lin slaps Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane's friend- YA, what is that for Mick? Just because she is your best friend she can slap your girlfriend Jane as she like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Lin follows me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Outside the gym)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Lin, why you slap Jane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- I didn't slap her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- If you didn't slap her then she was the one who slap herself is that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- You doesn’t believe me right? Mick, she not an ordinary girl that you think she is...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Lin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- and she even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Lin enough (piak....) Stop saying bad things about Jane. She is my girlfriend so I don't like you saying her bad words. I won't forgive you if you did that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- I'm so sorry. I'm saying too much. I won't say anymore... and I won’t interfere your things anymore forever ever.(Walk away and tears can't stop flowing out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Lin... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Our relationship had broken at that moment. Since that day we didn't talk anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-3791260001704609584?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3791260001704609584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3791260001704609584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/3791260001704609584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend-lin.html' title='My best friend Lin'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782623806099756588.post-1944132651715762957</id><published>2009-04-19T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:01:29.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bestfriend Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin was my best friend. We became best friend when we were 5 years old. I always got bullied by the neighborhood kids. They always say that I'm an unlucky child. When I was born my mother pass away after she gave birth and my father throw me to my aunt’s house because he can’t accept my mother dead and he also think that all is my fault. But everything change when I met Lin. That day, teacher introduces the new student to the whole class. Her name was Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Preschool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy- Lin lets play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Erm…Tommy, why is that boy crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy- I think is because of Sven and his friends. They always say Mick was an unlucky child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy- Mick's mother dead when Mick was born and because of that his father thinks that he was an unlucky child too. LIN???? (Look left and right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Hey, don’t be so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sven- That is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin- Do you know how people feel when they lost their parents. If that kind of things happens to you do you like people say you are an unlucky child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sven- (keeps quite and walks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick- Thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782623806099756588-1944132651715762957?l=my-creation-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1944132651715762957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bestfriend-lin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/1944132651715762957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782623806099756588/posts/default/1944132651715762957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-creation-story.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bestfriend-lin.html' title='My bestfriend Lin'/><author><name>laychin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719079473574756658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGf4hmeCdcQ/SerW7_1FNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmunZIBuELU/S220/DSC02054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
