<?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-7324230269686243111</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:42:48.889-08:00</updated><category term='One Must Die'/><title type='text'>THE FIRE IS IN UR HANDS</title><subtitle type='html'>NOW IS THE TIME , FOR YOU TO RISE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iskandar/Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07133846319041500105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/SYw-U7bwetI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DAGvLfWF1yo/S220/lightning-gallery-18.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324230269686243111.post-2707709275037040617</id><published>2009-07-28T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:15:13.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic for 6A collage. Hope joo yoon finds it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/Sm6zddnHgzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0XV-zaz05B0/s1600-h/DSC05762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363421524991116082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/Sm6zddnHgzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0XV-zaz05B0/s400/DSC05762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324230269686243111-2707709275037040617?l=maskeprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/2707709275037040617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324230269686243111&amp;postID=2707709275037040617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/2707709275037040617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/2707709275037040617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/07/pic-for-6a-collage-hope-joo-yoon-finds.html' title='Pic for 6A collage. Hope joo yoon finds it.'/><author><name>Iskandar/Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07133846319041500105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/SYw-U7bwetI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DAGvLfWF1yo/S220/lightning-gallery-18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/Sm6zddnHgzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0XV-zaz05B0/s72-c/DSC05762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324230269686243111.post-6996029244527962697</id><published>2008-12-03T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:22:25.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/STbAK0Qg3UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FcjHCOReOrQ/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275615305570245954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/STbAK0Qg3UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FcjHCOReOrQ/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pri 6 class photo. find me......hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324230269686243111-6996029244527962697?l=maskeprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/6996029244527962697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324230269686243111&amp;postID=6996029244527962697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/6996029244527962697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/6996029244527962697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-pri-6-class-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Iskandar/Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07133846319041500105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/SYw-U7bwetI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DAGvLfWF1yo/S220/lightning-gallery-18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/STbAK0Qg3UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FcjHCOReOrQ/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324230269686243111.post-3592383179612081257</id><published>2008-11-28T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:47:20.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Must Die chapter review: THE SECOND LAST CHAPTER</title><content type='html'>Chapter 27: The Beginning Of the Beginning part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18 years old]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; {Jake}           So that was it. The prophecy. The legendary fate that millions of people died trying to retrieve it. A bunch of lines and all. One year of chasing and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             "To take a life, is to give a new life,&lt;br /&gt;                               the giving of power, is the reborn of power,&lt;br /&gt;                               and the death of a hero, brings forth a new beginning..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      What did it mean? Alright, they were a few fancy, vocab-full sentences , but what else? To take a life, is to give a new life ? Do I have to kill someone? Who?&lt;br /&gt;      My thoughts swirled around in my head, making me confused even more than I already was. Leo's plan is to hit the Ra Cometinto Earth. And he doesnt care that he gets killed in the impact. But the big question is why? Whats his motive ? I pondered about some more before continueing my walk. One thing was for sure, I had to take him down. Kill him, or capture him. He's a bio-hybrid liman, on a rage and working on his own, and I need to kill him (or it, depending if you see him from the human side or the lion side.)&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;        And there was still the question of Dace. What happened to him? Is he dead? What happened when that traitor Mack captured him? I was pretty sure Xie is on his tail, but she still hasn't reported back yet.&lt;br /&gt;       My mind dropped back to the subject of Mack. The betrayer, traitor, double-crosser. I still couldn't believe he passed information from under our nose ( in a manner of speaking, of course.he couldn't actually pass information under my nose' right? One : I would have seen him if he did; and Two: information is a non-physical thing and can't be passed by hand. Duh.) No wonder Leo was always a step ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       In anger, I icked a nearby squirrel away ( I had a good reason: It was eating my apple!) and picked up the sword Mr Eric had given to me. The sword with the Reverse Death symbol on it. the very sword all the previous Reverse Death holders had used. And so, I packed all my guns and sword, carried my belongings and set off eastwards, towards the very country tat was placed directly at the equator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   -------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  {Xie} I leapt from tree branch to tree branch, carefully tracking the jeep below. Dace was still unconscious and Mack appeared to think he had lost me. Nothing escapes the great Xie Xiaolin , tracker extraodinaire and kung-fu master (I'm not ego). Jake had said to report to him immediately the moment dace was in safety.I continued tracking him ,until something caught my eye. I saw Mack's eyes. They were reflected in the rearview mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             And they were looking straight at me.&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                                 ---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Jake}        The lion flew one metre, and slammed to the ground ,dead. I reloaded and fired another shot to the other lions. It struck one in the shoulder and carried on piercing  another in the eye. I reloaded again and the empty shell casing fell to the floor with an echoing 'ting-ling'.  Another lion jumped on me and I sho his open and vulnerable underbelly, blasting him away. My combat shotgun bullets were running out and I couldn't risk changing weapons. The lions closed in (I didnt know Leo kept so many lions in Singapore. Is Singapore inhabited by lions?) I aimed, fired a shot, that zoomed across, into a lio's forhead and out the back og its head, into another lion's forehead. Both dropped dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          And that was when the lions pounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I threw away my shotgun and side-dived into an opening. I dodged death. My eyes turned red and Reverse Death was activated. The lions all dropped on my shotgun. The plastic explosives on the shotgun activated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            And the shotgun axploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  I covered my face. Lion bits of flesh, organs and brain flew everywhere. Blood splattered the entire room. My t-shirt ( brand new and all) was splashed with blood and pieces of brain. My eyes turned green again and I picked up the remains of my faithful, charred shotgun. I fished out all my shotgun bullets and threw them on the remains of Leo's guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I looked up and saw the name of my destination. " LEOVIENERSE ASTRONOMICAL SPACE ADMINISTRATION (LASA)", the bio-science lab where leo was to launch the switch beam. Checkmate, I whispered and used my auto unscrewer gun to unscrew the screws on the grill ( whoa, thats alot of screws, and I'm only talking about these two sentences), climbed in and climbed into the airvent. Armed with only my AK-47, I began crawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              After 1/2 hour of crawling, I reached an opening, As quietly as possible, I wiggled out and dropped on some kind of suspended platform. Peeping down, I saw leo working on the switch machine. The machin was enormous, seven stories highpointing towards the  moon. A couple of liquids were in glass jars and were attached to the machine through tubes. What were they  for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A number of Domes were working on the the machine but in other parts. I took out my AK-47, attached a silencer, a scope and a ballancer, and clicking a drum magazine into place. The magazine was oddly light. Carefully, I aimed through the scope at Leo. The Ak-47 was automatic whic meant that if one bullet misses, the others were sure to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           ------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Xie} Mack turned in his seat and fired a stream of shots from his Tavor CTAR 21. My eyes widened in shock and i jump forward to another branch just in time as the bullets demolished the branch behind me. i had to find a way to get Dace and kill/capture Mack, but how? If only Jake were here, he would sure have given Mack a headshot. Mack let out another stream of bullets which flew past me except one grazed ny shoulder. I gasped as blood dribbled down my arm. I grabbed a dagger from my waist and threw it. Mack lifted his foot just in time and the dagger missed it, pierced the acceleration pedal and stuck it down full. The jeep went on maximum speed. Mack tried hardest to control it, sweat wetting his face.  Immediately, I grabbed  a vine and mad a loop, twirled it round to gather momentum, and then threw it. It looped around Dace and I immediately pulled hard. Dace flew through the air and I caught him in my arms. Mack was glaring and cursing me, his back to the steering wheel. I smiled at him sneeringly, but gasped. Mack snapped round. His eyes widened. His mouth opened in a scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The jeep crashed into a tree at maximum speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I watched in shock as a giant mushroom of smoke rose up in the air, the charred remains of Mark mixed with the melted remains of the jeep, both still burning.&lt;br /&gt;In my arms, Dace began to stirr. Eyes beginning to water, i fished out my Ariel and contacted  Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              ------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Jake}                     Life; When you need silence, there's always a noise. In my case, my Ariel started beeping. I froze. All  the Domes looked up. So did Leo. There was a blur, and Leo was suddenly behind me. He said, " So, you got here. You managed to hunt me down. I thought I had killed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  In one swift movement, I twirled around, jabbed the point of my AK-47 into his left chest and, with all my might, pulled the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 But there was nothing but an empty click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  ----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the second last chapter. if you don't noe any of the words, google em and see. Also, remmember to leave a comment and ur name!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324230269686243111-3592383179612081257?l=maskeprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/3592383179612081257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324230269686243111&amp;postID=3592383179612081257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/3592383179612081257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/3592383179612081257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-must-die-chapter-review-second-last.html' title='One Must 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/SYw-U7bwetI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DAGvLfWF1yo/S220/lightning-gallery-18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324230269686243111.post-4257621236138535600</id><published>2008-04-21T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T05:08:05.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3 of One Must Die</title><content type='html'>{16 years old}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Chapter 3:- "Jaguar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I don't know what to do. But my heart and mind told the same thing. Those who I love are in danger. Those who are near me are, too. So it became clear- I had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                To go. To some place far away. To a foreign land that I knew no one. Nobody can trust me anymore. Anybody could die. None is safe. So I moved out. 14 years in that place is enough. I'll find a placewhere I don't need a legal gaurdian.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;              I packed my stuff and wrote a letter for my dada explaining what I did and why. Not that he'll believe the story anyway. I doubt he 'll even try to find me.It's always Tom, Tom, Tom and more Tom - my precious little brother. I won't ever miss him. EVER. Nor will I miss dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               2 years since I left Bayport. I had travelled across country after country and finally enterd the bothers of Japan. And what had I done in those 2 years? I had taught myself karate, judo and tae kwon do. Oh, killed 2 people, too. Wasn't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                I walked towards a tree. It was night and I could see lights ahead. Looked like a city. I climbed the tree and stopped at a branch which looked sturdy and was wide and flat. I spread my mat across it to make a makeshift bed. Time to get some sleep, I thought. I'll go down to the city tomorrow andget some supplies. Then, I'll continue my journey. I lay down and closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           "Rustle................rustle............"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     My eyes snapped open. I stood up quickly. My head and eyes snapped around wildly like a twitchy little squirrel. Then...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        BAM!! CRACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     A big paw came out of nowhere and smashed down on to the branch where my makeshift bed lay.It exploded to splinters as the paw demolished it in one strike. To escape the deadly paw, I had done a perfect 360 degrees backflip, landing painfully on my left leg 3 metres below. I groaned in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      I looked up to see a pair of gleaming eyas staring out of the darkness at me. Swiftly, the thing jumped down branch-to-branch, until it came face-to-face to me, a distance of 1 metre between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      "Grrrrrr........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           It roared viciously at me. I raised my arms, ready for an attack in my karate stance. The JAGUAR leered at me, then pounced. It made a fearsome swipe to my head. I ducked down and its paw demolished the tree trunk behind me. I glanced above me. the jauar's underbelly was exposed to attack and vulnerabality. I bent down and gave its underbelly a stupendous uppercut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          "GrrrrAurrrr!! Hrrr!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      It jumped away,glaring at me. I went back to position, looking straight into its eyes. It bent its four legs and pounced again. This time, it swiped with both paws. I ducked left and jumped away. The jaguar grabbed the tree trunk, crawling on it like spiderman. It jumped of it, launching head first at me. It opened its mouth wide, hoping to bit me in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    It reached 10 cm in front of me, I pounded its head with my elbow. The angle of its head tilted, and it crashed headlong into my stomach. But it couldn't stop. The force of the  launch caused it to smash headfirs into my stomach. The wind got knocked out of me. I was trown all the way backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        "AAAAaaaAAAAhhhhHHH!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I grabbed onto a vine. the force of my launch caused me to get swung horizontally 180 degrees and I was trown back the way I came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   The jaguar had not anticipated this return of its prey, and was not fast enough to dodge me rocketing into it. I crashed into it and we both got thrown all the way forward. We both zoomed past aLL kinds of trees. All was a blur. There were flashes when we knocked into a branch or when vines whipped at us. The jaguar, too, seemed too shocked to strike at me. Then.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         BAM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The jaguar crashed headfirst into the tree, and was knocked out cold immediately. My stomach collided into the treeand i slid down it, crashing in a heap at the bottom of the tree. I groaned in pain. I got myself up to my feet, clutching my stomach and my injured leg. I staggered all the way untill I found the remains of my bed. Aching all over, I bent over and picked up my clearly undamaged rucksack and staggered all the way to a nearby tree. I threw my rucksack down and slumped down in between the roots. It took  3 minutes of tossing and turning to finally go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Bright sunrays penetrated my eyelids the moment I woke up.I looked down to see a squirrel rummaging in my rucksack, intending to steal the apple I kept inside. Annoyed, I gave it one hell of a kick and watched it fly away, making a beautiful arc across the sun. I could hear it whimpering as it landed with a loud thud and pelted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  I grabbed my rucksack, pulled it on, and, while biting the apple, walked towards the city below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of chapter 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324230269686243111-4257621236138535600?l=maskeprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4257621236138535600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324230269686243111&amp;postID=4257621236138535600' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/4257621236138535600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/4257621236138535600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/04/chapter-3-of-one-must-die.html' title='Chapter 3 of One Must Die'/><author><name>Iskandar/Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07133846319041500105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/SYw-U7bwetI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DAGvLfWF1yo/S220/lightning-gallery-18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324230269686243111.post-7246960293404205254</id><published>2008-04-09T02:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T04:46:31.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Must Die'/><title type='text'>Chapter Review 2 : Emotions</title><content type='html'>Chapter 2 : "Emotions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Full of grief, I walked slowly to school on the next day. Nobody could replace mum. Nobody. I had nightmares about her death last night. The bloodied body. I could never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I walked across the lawn, my head bowed down. Why had she died? It could have been me! Why not me? Why her? Why? I could still remember clearly, when mum first brought me to the grocery store. I was excited. But now ... she had died because of the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              "Stevens! Look Out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I felt a sudden thump! Something smashed into my backpack. I was thrown to metres forward onto the soft grass. I looked around to see Mr Flawks, the school gardener, running (panting and wheezing) to me. "Sorry! Sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I took off my backpack at looked at it. A smoking razor has sliced through it and hit something hard (in my backpack) which caused it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;           I glanced at what Mr Flawks was holding. It was a long grass cutter, and I guessed that the razor had came loose and flown to me."I'm sorry. Here, let me repair the backpack. It's the least I can do," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I nodded and handed him my backpack. As I watched him walk away, I began to think. What could have cause the razor to stop in my bag? As i sat there thinking, my lab partner, Lily came skipping to me. " Jake did you bring the gas container?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               At that moment, everything clunked into place. Th razor had cut into the metal exterior of the gas container!I turned to Mr Flauds and screamed, " Mr Flauds! Drop that bag!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              He whipped around. He was at leaast 7 metres away. "Yes, m'boy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               "Drop the bag!" I hollered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  He cupped his ears. "Wha-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I watched in horror , stunned, as Mr Flawks' body exploded to a million pieces. I saw his finger fly and land on a boy's bag. The boy walked away, not knowing that he was carrying a bloody finger to class. Blood flew in the air, splattering my clothes and the freshly cut grass below. Mr Flwks' grass cutter ( what remained of it) flew across the lawn, pelting towards me. I rolled quickly out of the way. It kept on flying till it pierced straight into Mr Amycus' ,my history teacher, left chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Blood poured out of his chest, staining his beautifully polished suitcase at his feet. His heart had been shot out and everyone could see it still pumping on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             That was when IT landed. A single bloody eyeball of Mr FLawks'. Landed right into my hands.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;             I looked down at it, and screamed. And screamed and screamed and screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I was still shivering in fright as I sat in the school nurse's patient bed. She had given me a huge slab of chocolate to "get over the horror of it all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     It took me 3 days (and many stress-relief and sleeping pills) to finally overcome myself. For the past 5 days, I have witnessed 3 deaths. I sometimes find myself wondering if I'M the one causing all the deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;em&gt;No, you're not the one. i mean, who can just cause deaths like that, right?&lt;/em&gt; said my inner voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;em&gt;But you were always there when a death came. What if you have a supernatural power? &lt;/em&gt;said my inner inner voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    I walked to the boy's toilet, just to get away from Mr Al's boring geography lesson. About 5 feet from the boy's, I heard a soft crying sound. I looked around, trying to fingd the source of the sound. To my intense indignity and embarrassment, it came from the girl's. Bracing myself ( and trying to block out the image of a girl slapping me in the face from my mind) I stepped into the girl's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I looked arond. The sound was getting louder. I stepped in front ogf 2 cubicles. One had  the soungd of a girl crying while the other contained odd noises that sounded like watter dripping and low, loud , deep grunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      I braved myself and pushed the door open. Inside was Samantha Flawks, sitting on the cubicle. When she saw me,she immediately wiped her eyes and tried to act casual. I looked her in the eye  and sat down beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     " I understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      "You d-do?" she choked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        "Yeah. Mum died 6 days ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          " I'm-I'm s-sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           We sat there, in silence. The odd noises seemed to be intensifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              "I really like you, Jake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        I sat there, transfixed, stunned. Before I knew it, she moved her lips closer to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                They made contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Before I could make out, I was reacting to this new emotion with much enthusiasm. This new emotion was pushing away the grief and sorrow I had felt this past few days. I was feeling light and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 I had never felt this way before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324230269686243111-7246960293404205254?l=maskeprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/7246960293404205254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324230269686243111&amp;postID=7246960293404205254' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/7246960293404205254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/7246960293404205254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/04/chapter-review-2-emotions.html' title='Chapter Review 2 : Emotions'/><author><name>Iskandar/Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07133846319041500105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/SYw-U7bwetI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DAGvLfWF1yo/S220/lightning-gallery-18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324230269686243111.post-1619426933701778210</id><published>2008-04-03T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T01:02:16.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Must Die'/><title type='text'>One Must Die - Chapter Review</title><content type='html'>Chapter 1~&lt;br /&gt;"Heredity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           It was pain. Pain like i've never felt before. Agony. Torture. Toturing and agonizing pain. It was filling me up. I felt nothing but pain. I wanted to scream but it was as if my mouth had never existed on my face. I felt as if fire was entering through my eyes and filling my whole body.&lt;br /&gt;           I could see the man's green eyes through the auras that were entering my eyes. The man who had looked at me when i had asked for the time. The man who was hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;           I had no idea why and how it happened. Me and mum had went to the gorcery shop to get our weekly groceries. I had seen the man passing a corner. He had been wearing a black mask. And a large coat with a straw hat. Curious to find out more about him, I had pretended to ask for the time. The moment he turned around, and his eyes met mine, i felt instantenous pain.&lt;br /&gt;           Now, as I lay twitching and squirming on the ground, I felt my strengh ebbed away. The last thing I saw before I fell down and black fog began covering my eyes was his green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;                              ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;           "Wake up. Wake up, dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            A mother-like voice filled my ears. I opened my eyes slowly and saw the Corner Nurse, Mrs Bedfordshire smiling down at me.&lt;br /&gt;            I looked into a corner and saw Mrs Bedfordshire's pretty daughter, Katherine. She saw me look at her, blushed, and walked briskly out of the room, her hair whipping out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;            Mum came over to me. "Are you okay? What happened? The nurse found you unconscious on the floor."&lt;br /&gt;            I looked up into her beady eyes and said in a very convincing, innocent tone," Nothing. I just tripped, fell,  and hit my head. That's all"&lt;br /&gt;            We both exited the store and went to the carpark. While Mum packed the groceries in the car, I went to playfully chase some pigeons.&lt;br /&gt;           "Boo! Haha! Run!" I jeered as i ran in towards them.&lt;br /&gt;                                                          "Look out!!!"&lt;br /&gt;           I looked up just in time to jump out of the way of a falling metal crate. It smashed into pieces on the place I had been a split second ago.&lt;br /&gt;           I looked up to see Mum running towards me, "Oh thank god you're sa-"&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            CRASH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Mum was hit by a heavy armored truck carrying goods. She was thrown under the truck, dragged a few metres, and thrown out again from behind it. Her bloodied body was flung three metres and her head smashed into a metal pipe, which recocheted off a wall and straight into her left chest.&lt;br /&gt;          Everybody in the vicinity could here the sound of bones crunching and everybody saw the metal pipe come out of her back.&lt;br /&gt;          Blood gushed out from her broken body; a mass of broken limbs, bones and organs.&lt;br /&gt;          I could do nothing but stare, as a passer-by started calling for the police.&lt;br /&gt;                                     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     End Of Chapter Review 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Written by: Iskandar&lt;br /&gt;         Typed by  : Darren ( i owe a lot to him; i'll giv him a free copy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324230269686243111-1619426933701778210?l=maskeprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1619426933701778210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324230269686243111&amp;postID=1619426933701778210' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/1619426933701778210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/1619426933701778210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-must-die-chapter-review.html' title='One Must Die - Chapter Review'/><author><name>Iskandar/Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07133846319041500105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/SYw-U7bwetI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DAGvLfWF1yo/S220/lightning-gallery-18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324230269686243111.post-3375833292012952482</id><published>2008-03-15T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:43:11.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vs cheer: Vs unite</title><content type='html'>Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;Vs unite;we show our might.(x2)&lt;br /&gt;Show them how victorians fight(x2)&lt;br /&gt;We had ourselves a lot of fun(x2)&lt;br /&gt;Showing them all how we're number one(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;We're from, we're from VS!VS!(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;we fight in the sun we fight in the rain (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cannot&gt;we'll fight to give our school a name(x2)&lt;br /&gt;we walk from game with pride and fame(x2)&lt;br /&gt;we fear no fear, we fear no pain(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;we're from, we're from Vs! Vs!(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;hey guys move it on, vs gonna take you on.&lt;br /&gt;we will do our best to strive for our sucess!&lt;br /&gt;So move it!&lt;br /&gt;Move it!&lt;br /&gt;Vs!&lt;br /&gt;vs!&lt;br /&gt;Solid?&lt;br /&gt;Solid!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324230269686243111-3375833292012952482?l=maskeprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/3375833292012952482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324230269686243111&amp;postID=3375833292012952482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/3375833292012952482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/3375833292012952482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/03/vs-cheer-vs-unite.html' title='Vs cheer: Vs unite'/><author><name>Iskandar/Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07133846319041500105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/SYw-U7bwetI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DAGvLfWF1yo/S220/lightning-gallery-18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324230269686243111.post-6649983885944490012</id><published>2008-01-22T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:19:55.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec 1 orientation camp</title><content type='html'>My secondary 1 orientation camp.It was the best camp I've ever been!!!!!!!  The main purpose of the camp was to teach us to be independant. But we also get to 'earn' our badge, which means we were going to get our badge for free. The seniors weren't to happy.&lt;br /&gt;         We slept in like open houses on stilts as the sides had only bars so we could hang stuff like  our wet towels. there was oly one window and and open side which is where the stairs are located to get down.&lt;br /&gt;         First activity was the flying fox, and it was damned scary and it felt like you were going to plunge into the ground when you jumped but at the last second you were pulled up. it was scary as we had to climb 6 stories to the top where we jumped.&lt;br /&gt;         Second was 'Nature Rumble'. we played in mud( especially the black one, which stained our clothes.&lt;br /&gt;         Then there was the kayaking where we kayaked around and splashed people.&lt;br /&gt;        that was it, and it was certainly fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324230269686243111-6649983885944490012?l=maskeprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/6649983885944490012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324230269686243111&amp;postID=6649983885944490012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/6649983885944490012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324230269686243111/posts/default/6649983885944490012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maskeprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/01/sec-1-orientation-camp.html' title='Sec 1 orientation camp'/><author><name>Iskandar/Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07133846319041500105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTp2tjJaQDE/SYw-U7bwetI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DAGvLfWF1yo/S220/lightning-gallery-18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
