<?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-2869229927532568094</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:11:58.172+08:00</updated><category term='Missing'/><category term='Laptop'/><category term='Working'/><title type='text'>だんご大家族</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-3301630938286189205</id><published>2009-05-31T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:57:03.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4 - Unlistened Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Did he follow us?” asked Mirumi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Nope he won’t, he is supposed to be guarding the sacred books, he will never leave the place.” Replied Harmony&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So is he a bookworm?” questioned Mirumi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Not that, he is the guardian of knowledge, he guards those books, so as mortals or any other beings actually won’t know about the decent past.” answered Harmony.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mirumi, at the verge of tiredness, fell on the bed. “Whew, it’s surely tiring to soar with that new power.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I think you just need more practice, it’s your first time invoking its power anyway. Give it more time. Now, get some rest, I need to go and check out something.” said Harmony and casted a spell to make Mirumi sleep soundly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Now… I need to search for the other locations of the trails… I wonder the locations are still the same and not damaged yet, it’s like… 50 years already.” thought Harmony and he flew off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next morning, a sudden meeting was conducted in the school’s conference regarding the Corridor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“WHAT!? Someone went in the Corridor? You sure?” questioned the Head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yes I guess so; the seal was released, by quite a promising scorer. And I suppose a Ritual was called too.” replied the Scout.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“This is insane, really. Who is that scorer? Comb the entire school today! I expect at least some clues!” commanded the Head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And here we have Mirumi, who is getting ready for school, gets a sudden flash of vision, showing that today might not be a good day. She was puzzled as the surrounding she sees were some strange places that she never saw before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Despite the warning, she doesn’t wish to skip school as she has an assignment to hand in today. Also, she decided not to tell Harmony regarding the foresight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reaching the school gates, it was filled with chaos, with strange people around, checking. It’s almost like an army boot camp. Thus Mirumi just walked in slowly, trying not to be noticed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks to her height, being short, she made it to the classroom and heard some students discussing about what happened yesterday evening.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What’s with this commotion” pondered Harmony.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I think… It’s regarding the corridor, we went in yesterday, didn’t we?” asked Mirumi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Something strange is going with this school, why did they want to protect that corridor when it could only be unsealed by a Scorer. Unless… But… there is no way.” thought Harmony.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I thought Scorers like what I am, are known to be extinct? As in selected ones are Scorers, there’s almost no Scorer around.” asked Mirumi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Apart so, I would deny that. There are Scorers all around, just that they aren’t selected. A selected Scorer becomes a real Scorer or rather, we don’t really refer to the others as Scorers, they are basically known to adapt well to music and melodies that’s all.” explained Harmony.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Mirumi, remain hidden till we get home. I sense trouble.” warned Harmony.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything was peaceful till evening, where Mirumi passed by the corridor…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“This is… NO WAY!” replied Harmony.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“It’s a reseal? The dragon can’t reseal, he doesn’t have a Scorer, unless there is a Scorer, more superior to Mirumi…” said Harmony.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly, someone came down the corridor, and took a glance at Mirumi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hmm? Why are you… Wait… You are not normal. You are the Scorer we wanted!” said the Man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mirumi tried to run, but fell to the floor since she isn’t good at running at all. Soon, the management team surrounded her and brought her to a room she never been before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Waaaa help me Harmony….” cried Mirumi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Harmony? Where are.. you? “ pondered Mirumi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly, a man came in, his figure seems more of a zombie, no undead. Holding a staff and the orb on the other hand and approached Mirumi. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Muhahaha, so this is the Scorer they spoke of, kinda cute though. But… I afraid I can’t let you go.” the man said while laughing devilishly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I afraid your Harmony or I supposed your guardian? I think he is gone. Like right here…” the man shown Mirumi his hands.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly, a voice itched through Mirumi’s mind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Mirumi, put your hand on the wall. And chant, Erobos Exorcism.” said the voice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mirumi followed as she thought that was Harmony and got brought into another room, held by a hand. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sorry Mirumi, I’m late to save you, and&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I supposed you knew nothing about this school. Right? questioned the guy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You are… Estial?” asked Mirumi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sorry that I didn’t tell u or anything. I’m a Scorer. But let’s chat later shall we? It seems that we are trapped in the school, or rather, the basement. Let’s get out of here first.” said Estail.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Then… Harmony? What about him? I need to go save him!” said Mirumi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Don’t worry, he is with you, just that… This place seals the power of guardians. It’s meant to trap low-willed Scorers. Since they would rely on their guardians; Come, let’s go.” said Estail.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[End of Chap 4]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Author’s Note&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[This chapter will mark the end of school life. As its obvious, Mirumi can’t stay there anymore.]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next Chapter Snapshots&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[The next chapter will include these:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The purpose of the school&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The reason of capturing the Scorers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Magical Kingdom&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And lastly,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a Scorer battle with a enchanted monster, not just Mirumi but also Estail, together.]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-3301630938286189205?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/3301630938286189205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=3301630938286189205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/3301630938286189205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/3301630938286189205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-4-unlistened-warning.html' title='Chapter 4 - Unlistened Warning'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-811470730985432646</id><published>2009-02-06T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:37:18.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3 – The fated meeting</title><content type='html'>Chapter 3 – The fated meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mirumi got her powers but yet do not understand a single thing. With her future still unknown even with the abilities to tell future. Now, the story is going back into her school life, her 1st year in high school.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the encounter beyond the door in the backyard, Mirumi did felt different; she has a partial ability to predict future and thus allowing her to avoid any careless mistakes. Even so, with her clumsy self, nothing has really changed much. She is still basically herself even after all the magical happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new term of school started, she was placed in a new class with new classmates. But it does not matter either way; she was never social-able in class. Hardly spoke, only when the teacher asked her a question. She dressed herself up in her school uniform and went ahead to school. Inside her mind she was wondering what trouble or good that her powers will bring. Will it be helpful? Or will it be dangerous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this future unknown, but filled with magical happenings and miracles, let’s begin a new life for Mirumi and her friends. Don’t forget Estial, the boy who she encountered previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning students! From this day, you will be treated as an adult so behave yourself and be like one. To start with the first day, I shall release your assignment!” shouted the head teacher of Mirumi’s Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yawns, Assignment Briefing on the first day? I wonder why no one is objecting…” sighed Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Psst Mirumi, the assignment is really an easy one” explained the Voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t know you were here and what is your name anyway” replied Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s Harmony, don’t forget again.” said Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You never told me anyway, how I can remember!?” replied Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yes, you said the assignment is an easy one, since when an assignment is easy? I thought it’s all those stuff that consists of reports, exams, research.” explained Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not really though, it’s just a task to make the class bond together. And I don’t really know what are those reports.” replied Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are really innocent… And bonding? That’s a lame and a stupid assignment and I hated bonding” grumbled Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you are saying you are grown up? You seemed to be more childish than me, at least." replied Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No me is not childish. It's called cute." smiled Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That kind of language... Ah, I give up." replied Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tee hehe." goes Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class continues, and the teacher explains the assignment in much detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, to begin with, this is a solo assignment but with group related tasks. The due date is tomorrow.” the teacher explained further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“HUH!? Tomorrow!?” exclaimed the entire class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class teacher continued, and explained the details with students still grumbling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my, you got it correct Harmony!" exclaimed Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, I have the ability to foretell, you too actually." explained Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh me? I do not feel that power..." wondered Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh, your hairpin." said Harmony while pointing towards the hairpin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh by the way, can the others see you? Like my classmates and the teachers..." pondered Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Correct, only those who have your hairpin powers or others similar could see me or feel me" explained Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh good, I was too afraid I'm going to get caught from talking in class." said Mirumi while giving a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homeroom ended and there is a little break to the next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the break, some students started to bond with each other. One reason might be regarding the first day assignment or actually...about a girl who is seated quite behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi turned back and look to find out what is happening, found nothing but a girl surrounded by students, probed with questions like she is some super-star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of that, she was not even humble but showing off her talents and making boys in the class to fall in love with her. Mirumi turned away, ignoring them and continued doing her random drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl saw her alone at one corner and approached her from behind and gave a push on her chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh... Yes, is there something?" asked Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh nothing really, why are you here at one corner? Go and bond more!" said the girl with enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bonding? Forget it, let me draw my stuff and leave me alone." replied Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the next lesson begun and soon enough, it was break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go Mirumi, I'm hungry." grumbled Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha, you are hungry? I thought super-natural beings like you do not need to be feeded" laughed Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boo, even spirits need to eat. Spare me some food. Please....?" cried Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, let's go have lunch." said Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprently, the road to the canteen from the classroom is 2 floors away and 10 classroom away, which is weird for first year students. The weird thing is, the floor above the floor where Mirumi's classroom is at, is never used or accessed. The staircase is unlit, and it seemed to be quite dark above the staircase, even the steps are not cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi wondered about what is above that staircase, as a magical presence tells her that something is above. Due to curiousity, she went forward and tried to crawl under the ledge that is blocking the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a voice came from nearby, "No entry to the upper levels". Mirumi turned her head and saw a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned back and asked, "Umm, what is above that staircase? It seemed kind of dark above..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Curious? The staircase is barred from any entry. That is why it is uncleaned and unkept. No one is allowed to climb that staircase." explained the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay..." sighed Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Either way, come with me, I cannot let you hang around here. You are a Year One yes? I'll bring you to the canteen" said the teacher while grabbing her hand and dragging her along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch ouch ouch, it's painful!" screamed Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is for your own good. I'm sorry." the teacher apologised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought Mirumi to the canteen, and demanded her that she shall not go near there ever again. Mirumi cleaned her hand which is filled with red marks after the painful grabbing by that teacher. Mirumi shouted out for Harmony, but there was no response. Mirumi was worried and search her pockets and saw Harmony sleeping at her blouse's pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, so this is what he calls by hungry." thought Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi carried him up and enveloped him within her handkerchief and queued up for some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue was not very long and Mirumi got food quite fast, additionally, she asked for an extra bowl to feed Harmony with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went around and found a seat and took out a few from her bowl to the smaller bowl. She called out to Harmony softly trying to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harmony... Wake up wake up. There is food now..." whispered Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Food... Huh did you say food!?" exclaimed Harmony while rubbing his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh food. Come on eat, I do not want you to die from hunger" said Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yay!" said when Harmony gobbing his food into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi was sort of shocked at the Harmony's eating speed, he seemed to be really hungry. But then again, do guardians go hungry?, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mirumi was eating, she recalled that staircase. She was not that afraid of the staircase but something must be above, something bad, something that will affect everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong Mirumi?" asked Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ermm, it is this...." explained Mirumi to Harmony the entire incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sealed staircase... Can I take a look later?" requested Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm okay, but the teacher..." sighed Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is going to be all right, I will be casting a spell later." said Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh a spell? Okay then, after school." decided Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi went though the other introduction classes and finally it was end of a school day. The sun was setting and the walls almost became bright red. At this time, Harmony asked Mirumi to bring him to the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were nearing the staircase, Harmony suddenly stopped and realized what is above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Above... is a powerful enchanted monster... I can sense it..." feared Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really!? Then... I do not think i can capture him." said Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Probably not now, but my spell allow us to see what's above and we can have a plan to how to defeat that monster. Let's go." replied Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the end of his sentence, Harmony gave his wand a swing and chanted, " Melodicis Invis Calacis" and told Mirumi it was okay to proceed further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brrr.. It's cold!" shivered Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, it must be your school uniform. I feel all right." replied Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know but... Let's just hurry" said Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of the freezing magical winds, they went forward with Mirumi shivering. However, the stairs seemed to be never ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many floors have we climbed Harmony?" said Mirumi while stammering due to cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm... I suppose there is a magic seal, if you look down, we have not made any progress..." explained Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah huh! Mirumi, summon the monster u caught last time and use its abilities!" said Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay... I will try my best..." said Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, firstly, what was the bird's name again" questioned Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ritual concept goes like this... You capture a monster and when you summon it out for the first time, you will name it. So in fact, it does not have a name yet. Just summon it out for now" explained Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This ring right?" said Mirumi while pointing towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh that ring. You know how it works?" asked Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes i know. Okay here's go nothing" said while Mirumi invokes the summoning ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SMON-001]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wind Score - Turbulence Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages : 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key : C Major&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effect/Enchantment : Grants the summoner immunity to weather effects and also allows flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target Scores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invoke : Elemental Change (Wind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C note: Wind Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E note : Whirlwind Symphony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major C : Enchanted Lance of Sylph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor C : Break Score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh those are... Summon effects?" questioned Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, yes. I did not know you already combined your powers with the ring." replied Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the summoning, the giant bird she fought before appears before her as a bird doll engulfed with winds and she named the doll as Windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the ritual set, Mirumi felt that her body was much lighter as before and the freezing cold winds became to cause no effect to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,a gust of wind blew from above and a huge figure appears above her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stand down." shouted the Figure as it spread his wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have entered the sacred library of Chaos, a place where mortals like you should not interfere." added the Figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Dragon of Knowledge? How can it be..." gasped Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come Mirumi, let's soar!" said Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean fly? Oh okay." responded Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Analyze the figure as we go pass him. Quickly!" said Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi analyzed the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SMON-UNK]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chaos Score - Chaos Symphony of the End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages : 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key : F Major&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effect/Enchantment : Grants the summoner immunity to all attacks and enhances song playing time and effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target Scores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invoke : Final Burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F note: Chaos Burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D note : Song Blaster [Type A : Song Slash]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note : Major Chords of Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major C : Utopia of the 100 Dragons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor C : Break Score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As i expected, the Chaos End. Let's run Mirumi, we cannot face him." said Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, tell me more about it okay. I mean, later." replied Mirumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I will, let's go for now." said Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they flew back to the lower floors, the figure returned to his dwelling place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who was that girl... And that ritual... I need to do some research..." wondered Chaos End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[END OF CHAPTER 3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Author's Note|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Chaos End is the ultimate summon in the story since nothing could kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A ritual summon, summons a captured doll and turns it into a score. The score, is something like a spellbook, but in a way more like a music score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If u have not noticed, the Wind Score, is Mirumi's first score.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-811470730985432646?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/811470730985432646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=811470730985432646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/811470730985432646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/811470730985432646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-3-fated-meeting.html' title='Chapter 3 – The fated meeting'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-3321129148391097891</id><published>2009-01-31T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:46:48.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a great working day at Saturday...</title><content type='html'>Whew, i finished most of my work today. Tired? No, I'm not. Hehe. Nothing much happened today i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in ArTonelico2, a lot happened. I reached phase 5 upon today. Really happy. And guess what, i will blog about something different today... yes yes, about someone i guess. I don't really care if he views this, I'm just wanting to share this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've been in luminary for long and i met up with this guy, called DarkWater, and we ended up to be in a relationship, uh huh, a normal one. We headed on start quite well, and supported each other, chatted with each other in MSN, and had kinda lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my studies are coming, i don't really care already, since i need to talk to him, and you know... accompany him. But apparently, a lot of work load peaked up, and i realized that i should pay more attention into work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to that, i left Luminary, and concentrated on my assignments. Usually down, and busy, and hated myself for being swayed by my own emotions, the love between him and me. He chats with me still, for that, i find him annoying. So one day, i told him the entire reason and my resolve. He accepted, but not fully. One point is, he won't have the power to reject either, because I'm me, and He's him. He can't force it on me. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way, he left me alone. And once i was doing work, i went to msn him, to inquire his thinking about me. Obviously, he said he was hurt, and he does not blame me. Trust me, you can't lie through me. I know you hated me, hated me till you wanna kill me. Thus, i explained the entire reason to him, in detail, in the best elaboration i could give. Just to make sure he understands. I don't really care whether he hates me, not for now at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work and assignments is always the first for me. Nothing get grab its position. This is me, my personailty, change it, and i'll roar. Holidays are arriving, which means i'll get free time. But that does not mean i will return to Luminary. I had this feeling that, i will not return to Luminary. It's changing too much, changing to a point that there is no return, to a point that hard work is totally useless in Luminary anymore. So why should i play it? Let those cash users win, i don't care now. What a imbalanced system, you guys may wanna earn money like a gold mine. Well you guys got what you want, go live with it, I, Ruru is gonna leave Luminary for real. Friendship in game? I could always use MSN. Who needs Luminary's chatbox anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not lying. Nor i never lied for no reason. A game being controlled by real-life cash, that is not even a virtual world anymore. It's just simply screwed up. I'm off to other better,cuter, much more MMOs. Not to say, Luminary is 2D too. I could easily find another to replace you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm stopping this mindless rant. Tomorrow... I shall completed my 3D, at least to a 90%. And complete my AI revision and i'll head for interview preparations. Cheers for my course mates! Enjoy your weekend and rush assignments! It's only 3 weeks to holidays =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-3321129148391097891?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/3321129148391097891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=3321129148391097891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/3321129148391097891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/3321129148391097891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-what-great-working-day-at-saturday.html' title='Oh what a great working day at Saturday...'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-4118465113425034058</id><published>2009-01-27T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:57:48.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the lonely Chinese New Year...</title><content type='html'>Argh, i dont know why, but this new years was the worst of all. Firstly, we have this stupid assignment to do during the course of cny and the lecturer just gave us video tutorials, I mean, if we are just gonna use videos, then why do we need you? Its always videos here and there, by as well we study without you. Thats just my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is supposed to be pretty noisy and busting with life which is not really so actually. Relatives came kinda late, noisy is for awhile yes. So i intended to call my friends over, well I'm bored. Okay, i called one friend, he didnt pick up, so oh well. Around 4pm, another friend called, and asked me to go to his house for a game of mahjong, well i have guests here? So i declined, and proceeded to do my stuff. Which is, Ar Tonelico II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6pm, he called again, said he was coming at 7. Okay fine, I'm happy now. I told my parents, and they got ready the food for them, well serving purposes. They went out at 8pm and asked me to receive the guests well and play/entertain them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats next? I tried Sms-ing, no reply, calling? Finally. He said he wasn't coming. And i see the large plate of food infront of me. For once, i thought those are offerings to a god. No one is coming. Well, I'm hungry, so i ate some nuggets. Yes alone at home. Thus, i went ahead to do 3D, which is the assignment i mentioned. Completed quite a few sections and i went for a break and back to Ar Tonelico II again, while converting my avi to ipod file format. And now I'm bloggin. Seriously, the new year for this year, is seriously plain. It's like a normal day, just that my house get visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, with the ang pao, it does seem much different. I got like 200+ in total right now, combining with my savings. A hundard more for a psp. For my birthday actually. Last year i got myself an iPod Touch, so ths year a psp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope tomorrow goes on well. And i'm really emo now. But who cares. Parents say I'm cheated by my friends, but i did do this kinda things before, so i cant really blame them. Maybe they are really busy? But never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in total, it's really a lonely cny to start with. It's like a normal holiday you know. And I'm glad that Ar Tonelico II is there to play with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-4118465113425034058?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/4118465113425034058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=4118465113425034058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/4118465113425034058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/4118465113425034058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-lonely-chinese-new-year.html' title='One of the lonely Chinese New Year...'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-7468028834811142018</id><published>2009-01-21T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:54:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a post in school =/</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm bored once again. And its a crazy 3 hour break -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do work in school for some weird reason. Home ftw &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later theres a stupid 3DVA lesson again, yawnn 3 hours of 3D. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later one lecture till 7pm x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-7468028834811142018?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/7468028834811142018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=7468028834811142018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/7468028834811142018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/7468028834811142018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-post-in-school.html' title='Just a post in school =/'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-837369647405749646</id><published>2009-01-18T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:46:58.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, i'm back to blogging?</title><content type='html'>Whew, it is really weird. Why so? I left Luminary the day before and decided to return again &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because i wanted to leave in the beginning. But the game system is totally rigged and bugged and whatsoever reasons I can think of. The game concept is good but the GM is utterly lazy and kept playing his Soldier Front all day long... Lazy GM. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm back to Luminary once again, not currently though. I feel that i should have spent more time in studies and Luminary is one of the constrains lol. Then again, i spent a lot in Luminary, like 14 or 16 game cards worth 10 each, before GST lol. So that's like 160 bucks? Ooohh, close to a psp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i have spent a lot uh huh. I should not just quit! I should show the GM how fearful I am muahahahaha :D Friends inside the game also hoped for me to return, and a lot of other reasons too. So ya, I'm back to Luminary, but not now, probably during my long and my last holiday for my study career in TP. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprently, this playful blogger went to play PristonTale, which is like a 7 year old game already. Wasted 2 hours of training and wanted to uninstall. Yes, I'm uninstalling while blogging. How time saving I'm! Like hell it is, when i spent 2 hours on a game which i'm uninstalling now x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of MMOrpgs are getting boring. Boring boring boring. Yes, I'm stressing it. Those who good game concepts, are either not being too popular, or being kicked-away by players because of those comments like, "Pro, can you power level me?", "Where is the PK zone?", "Why can't I use magic", "Where can I change my job". And tons of others, I'm sure you can think of it lol. Well my thinking is, those good concept games i play, usually count out PK or magic systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that i won't mind, but Luminary implemented PK and magic usage, which is a plus i guess. But it made magic users in the game like nurbs. Yes nurbs. We use a high amount of mp just to shoot a weak bolt and our regen is like 10mp/25 sec. Joy, isn't it?  We sit down to regen mp, and from 0 out of 1200, to regen to maximum of 1200. You at least need to sit for like 6 hours. Madness case this one, i tell you lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They added in new spells for all classes, not added in actually, replaced. But magic users are added in. And we get two new spells. Yay! Too early to be delighted actually. Our first skill, increase mana regen. Sounds cool, but only recovers up to 200% speed, and well that's stupid. Really it is. Our second skill, raises maximum HP up by 200. And what is the point of this =0. As if 200 hp is a lot lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring yea? But never mind though. I'm changing my class into bow! yes bow! Which at least is far much balanced than my cute and weak canes. But i still do love them because of their cuteless. Oh well. Bye Bye cane for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of Luminaries. Tomorrow is the start of a new week! Oh yes, more douglas, more of everything. And yay, we will be having our first AI lesson. Oh this is really joy. After like 3 weeks x.x With the game lab down, let's see what can I do during break lol. I can't play my ps2 in school anymore. Oh and side note, Ar Tonelico 2 is out at 20th. I wanna buy it but oh well. Short of money nowadays. So I'm just gonna perform some 'magical artes' to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm so bored so i came in and blog. And if you read till here, admit that you are bored too lol. Because u just read a boring person's boring blog during a boring sunday and a soon to be boring week coming =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-837369647405749646?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/837369647405749646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=837369647405749646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/837369647405749646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/837369647405749646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-im-back-to-blogging.html' title='Oh, i&apos;m back to blogging?'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-5494303681725056012</id><published>2008-07-07T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:27:41.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days are numbered.</title><content type='html'>Not that anyone is dying. But I'm saying about assignments and stuff :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, one semester is gone. And assignments are rushing towards us i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the subject that usually people will neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRDV - Graphics Development.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is coming very quick, and there's a practical test coming. Not to be neglected off i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;IN3D - Introduction to 3D&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing together, but more work is much needed. Since the % is much larger, guess putting in more work is wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Japanese&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the killers. I dont think i did well for the presentation 1. No way im gonna screw this up.&lt;br /&gt;And an exam is coming :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically these are the work, but i fear still. Guess it is time to work harder. So in turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since im playing luminary, and i wanna make every min worth the time. So i took up farming, it allows most afking, and just going inside to feed your character when he is hungry. So ya, at least it is worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the story, i will upload one chapter this week. Sorry that i cant make it 2. Too busy with work. Until then Janee :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-5494303681725056012?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/5494303681725056012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=5494303681725056012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/5494303681725056012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/5494303681725056012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/07/days-are-numbered.html' title='The days are numbered.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-5249680073853419788</id><published>2008-07-03T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:01:55.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The usual and the most unusual.</title><content type='html'>I finished the first chapter of the story! and it is posted under Symphonic Love section. Read it when you are free !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically something happened today and i feel like posting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gamers' lab to play Luminary, and also to do up my blog and complete my story mode for Touhou 10.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed till like 8pm. And this is where everything happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend joined in a in-house dota game and was in the same lane as the another guy. He was pretty not happy about the guy's playing style, and kept saying him in game, and he could not take it anymore, and left the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he went out of the lab, and his friend followed him out. Stunned as the people inside the lab was, he came back shortly, and went towards my friend. And later wacked his back hard, and said that, he is a noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this is what that happened. I feel that it is rather stupid for both of them x.x I'm not disturbed, but somehow, a small issue is turned into a big issue.  I wonder if any lecturers seen it, but then again. I shalln't comment anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some information about the story. Yes it is a rewrite. I find that things should go on normally, and not as if everything Mirumi goes thru is successful. So thus, this is my rewrite. There is a total of 14 chapters. Probably i will upload two chapters per week. Sometimes maybe even 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, it's getting late. Signing off =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-5249680073853419788?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/5249680073853419788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=5249680073853419788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/5249680073853419788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/5249680073853419788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/07/usual-and-most-unusual.html' title='The usual and the most unusual.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-2777097930270200042</id><published>2008-07-02T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:21:16.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ipod next?</title><content type='html'>Well, guess what, i lost my hard disk somehow. I never seen it today at all, and thus i wonder where did i lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 2px solid pink; width: 200px; height: 160px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the lab earlier to get ready for the next lesson. I remembered i only took out my power cord for my laptop, and not my HDD, so i didnt take out my HDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I'm taking the test, i didnt find anything blocking my way, so my HDD isnt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others.. well i cant remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry about it or anything. What happened had happened, i shall not brood about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, i learned this blockquotes somehow, and i guess my story would be up by this friday. Still fixing some plot problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-2777097930270200042?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/2777097930270200042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=2777097930270200042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/2777097930270200042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/2777097930270200042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-ipod-next.html' title='My ipod next?'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-8855350650758782318</id><published>2008-07-01T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:45:02.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The resolution of mine.</title><content type='html'>Changed a blogskin to allow for better reading and organizing of points :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i shall start on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school was a breeze for me. I would just go through my daily life in secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am - 2pm - Class lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm - School ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm - At room doing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm - Revision Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm - Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm - Tidying things up and getting ready for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30pm - Final check for homework and pack bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically thats for normal days. If at days i have CCA, from 7pm till 10pm, I'm doing my work all hour long :X No time for revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, for fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm - School ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 - 1.00 pm - Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm - 2.30pm - Homework at library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm - 6pm - CCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm - 8.30pm - Homework if any, if not revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm - 11pm - Pack up room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secondary timetables are rather repeative, but well, that is the person I'm. A book worm i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in Poly. Things had changed alot, and i wonder how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some notes here, I take 1.5 hrs to reach school, same for the vise versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6am - 7am -  Get ready to leave house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am - 8.30am - Traveling time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm - 6pm - End of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm - 7.30pm - Traveling time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm - 8.30pm - Unpacking laptop and getting ready for homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm - 11pm - Work work work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that something is wrong with this timetable over here :X Or i might have wasted time off =/ But well, i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my story, im gonna upload it soon. I find my last blogskin too unclear to post up a story, so i decided to use this one. Just stay tuned =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-8855350650758782318?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/8855350650758782318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=8855350650758782318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/8855350650758782318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/8855350650758782318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/07/resolution-of-mine.html' title='The resolution of mine.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-601258007794628201</id><published>2008-07-01T00:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:26:46.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap 1 - The Meaning of Love</title><content type='html'>Mirumi was in the neighborhood park one day, taking out her violin and started practicing. Her long pink hair danced with the wind, her small hands; pulled the bow of her violin with undaunted grace. Her body movements mimic the melody. Slowly, birds flew and sat on the tree above to admire the wonderful melody.&lt;br /&gt;With a sudden tweak from a branch, Mirumi stopped her playing and looked towards the direction of the sound. She saw a boy, quite the same age as her but taller. Feeling sorry for the sudden interruption, he apologized to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 2px solid pink; width: 320px; height: 370px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy : Oh! Really sorry, did I disturb your playing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Don’t worry about it, I’m just shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I really loved your violin playing; do you come here every morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: I think so... and thanks for the compliment. But I’m really not that good in violin yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You are too humble, your violin playing calms my heart and make me feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Really? Well, I didn’t know my violin playing bears such power. But anyway, have you been listening to my playing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Well… truth is, I had been listening to your violin since 1 week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: 1 week ago… huh… Well, then… Shall I play a piece for you? Since you came all the way to talk to me today, I can’t just let your time be wasted.  But I shall say it again; I’m not that good in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Really? If you don’t mind and thanks a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi played a tune for him and he looked as if he is hypnotized by the melody. Minutes past, Mirumi felt that it is time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 2px solid pink; width: 320px; height: 170px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Oh sorry. I think it is getting late. I need to go home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Huh… Okay! Thanks for the wonderful piece. Oh by the way, what is your name? Or else I won’t know how to call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: My name? It’s Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Oh nice to meet you Mirumi, I’m Estial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Nice to meet you too Estial. I shall meet you again. Good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi headed down the path and soon disappeared from Estial’s view. Estial looked back and found a hairpin which he thinks belonged to Mirumi. He picked it up and kept it safely in his wallet and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home, Mirumi went up her room and prepared for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;At the dining table, was only her with her handmade meal and no one else.  She thought about the boy whom she met earlier in the morning and his praises to her violin playing. With that in mind, she thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 2px solid pink; width: 320px; height: 100px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm… Who is him? Someone who listened to my playing like a week ago? , somehow I feel that I know him, or seen him before. But anyway, he knew my secret; I need to prevent him for spreading my violin practices before more knows about it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is afternoon, Mirumi doesn’t think that he would be still at the park, thus she decided to wait for tomorrow. With her decision made up, she went up her room to do some drawings of the boy earlier in the park. By using her vivid memories of him, and how he actually look like, she managed to come out with a decent drawing to give him as a gift; not for any reason, but to prevent him from spreading unwanted rumors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, night came. Her parents came home and as usual the entire house was filled with quarreling sounds. Mirumi went down to make dinner for her parents and sat the dishes on the dining table and went up to her room once again to look at her masterpiece. She placed the drawing into a envelope and sealed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi tidied her room for the night, and went to sleep, awaiting for the next day, where she would probably meet the boy, Estial, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Mirumi woke up much early than she would normally. Staring at the unlit skies, she went out of her house to enjoy some morning air. With her drawing of Estial, the boy whom she wanted to give the drawing to, she sat down in the garden and checked the drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more she examine, the more she find that the drawing is badly drawn. Thus she took out her pencil and did some improvements on it. Without knowing, the sun had already raised when she completed the improvements. Worried that she would be late and miss the boy, she ran to the park with her pajamas unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the entrance of the park, Mirumi looked around, hoping to spot Estial before he spots her. However, she thought out of a better idea, and that is to hide close by to the bench she was sitting yesterday, since that might be the first area which Estial will search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi went to the bench, and hid behind a bush somewhere, waiting for Estial to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 2px solid pink; width: 320px; height: 1460px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Grr, when is he coming? Making a girl wait... Humpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Ah wait, that’s him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Hmm, is it too early? Well I guess it’s better to be early, in case I missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Same thought as me huh. Does he have something important for me too? I wonder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Ah well, she isn’t here yet, or rather, she shouldn’t be. I’ll wait for her then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: [Taking out the hairpin and glazing at it] Hmm, so this is her hairpin, I’m sure she will be worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: [Looks at the hairpin] Eh, what is that pin… Oh wait… [Touches her hair] Ah… NO! That’s mine!&lt;br /&gt;[Mirumi steps on a tweak on her excitement, and alerted Estial]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Ahhh… Ouchies…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Huh… Mirumi? Why are you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Er… Hahahahaha, uhhh I ran.. and fell… hahaha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Are you all right? Let me help…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: No!, don’t come any closer, I’ll manage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Err, anyway, a very good morning. You are up so early during the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Not really but… That hairpin… can… you return back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Oh here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Thanks a … [tripped on a stone, and fell on Estial]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Eeeks! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! [Pick up herself and runs to one side]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: [That was so… embarrassing, Grr, I gonna let him pay.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Err, are you okay? I mean… you fell down 2 times in a row…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Yes Yes! I’m surely okay, perfectly okay! You just… just… what did you touch!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Touch? Oh, no no never never! I only touched your hands I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi:  Uh…[Arghh… What to do… Come to the thing of it, no one saw it except him and me…]&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi:  Anyway anyway, where is my hairpin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: I think its broken [staring at the broken hairpin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Ah oh my… I guess its okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Oh by the way, the folder over there, is that yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Oh that…  Oh right, I have something for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Here, it’s a picture I drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Oh a drawing of me? I didn’t know you were good in drawing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Err, you don’t know me that well do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Actually, I do stay near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Huh!? Really? Don’t lie to me I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Well, let’s see, you stay at Blossom Street, which I think is near a supermarket? And I stay at Parkway, which is just opposite isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: [What a coincidence…]……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: What’s wrong Mirumi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Nothing nothing! I’m just feel it is such a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Oh anyway, it’s my fault the hairpin is broken, let me repay the debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Oh, there’s no need, I have a lot of them at home anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: I think I should be going home now. And Mirumi, you should change out of your pajamas, it’s like 9am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Grr, I know! I came to meet you early just to give you this. You meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estial: Sorry sorry! By the way, school is starting tomorrow. So, I better get back home and get ready. See ya Mirumi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Okay bye. [Whew, I hope is it okay? Then again… that hairpin was from my late grandma…] Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she returned home, she picked the broken hairpin and brought home to fix it back. At that moment, she never wanted to see Estial again. It’s not nice letting him see that the hairpin was so important to her, then again, it’s not his fault anyway, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her house was awfully quiet when she reached home and it almost seemed that something went wrong. And of course, she looked for her mother first. She went room to room, but still no sight of her mother. She thought that she had gone out to get something but suddenly, a scream which resembles her mother’s came from the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rushed to the backyard, but only to see a door, that leads below. “I didn’t know my house has a basement? “she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she approached further, the hairpin which was broken magically flew in front of her, and unlocked the door. “Huuuuuuuhhhh!? What was that?” said Mirumi as she stumbled to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened, what beyond seems like a basement, but with magically lit steps that glows with white light. After picking up herself from the ground, the hairpin flew back to her hands. Despite being afraid, she felt a presence inside which seems to pull her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Updated @ 10:14pm 24/09/08]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============[Preview of Next Chapter]===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tunnel that leads to her future opened, a secret she must keep and never told to anyone alive. She sees the future, have the ability of perfection but isn't allowed to help others with that power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts, and you should have bet where is Estial, he is there for a reason. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her to focus on her heavy schoolwork, and also the tunnel. Let's see how this young musician manage to change the impeding future =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============[Author's Note]===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indents with borders around them, are dialogs, i chose to separate them to allow easier reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi doesn't eat dinner. Due to family issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi's parents are good partners when it comes to fighting and quarreling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============[Story Progression]===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[STOP READING IF YOU DON"T WANT SPOILERS!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No, this is not a Mahou Shoujo, some magic is presented, but not a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fantasy world? Well, something like that, but that world would affect her world a   lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What happened to her mother? Is she died? Stop cursing her mother D:, anyway a major spoiler, that scream wasn't from her mother, maybe its just too unclear, and she treated it as her mother's.&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-601258007794628201?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/601258007794628201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=601258007794628201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/601258007794628201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/601258007794628201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/07/mirumi-was-in-neighborhood-park-one-day.html' title='Chap 1 - The Meaning of Love'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-1888057855595772413</id><published>2008-06-13T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:00:34.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are never holidays.</title><content type='html'>Title : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holidays are never holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 weeks break from poly life, isn't really a break at all. With all the assignments pending, I don't really feel break. Apart from that, i would rather go school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking, why would there be holidays, when there are holiday assignments. We students can't really get much rest during the time too D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sorry for the delay in posting, i declare that I'm lazy to post =3 But then again, I'm playing this game currently, and that is Mana-Khemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty good game if you ask me, it made me remember about school life, and my pending assignments. Actually today i should be at my desktop, trying to do 3D modelling, somehow, my parents do not leave for Malaysia so soon. I thought they would leave at around 10am or so. They haven't even leave yet x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, shall end this post for today. And welcome home Shuen D:, i missed you all these times =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-1888057855595772413?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/1888057855595772413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=1888057855595772413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/1888057855595772413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/1888057855595772413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/06/holidays-are-never-holidays.html' title='Holidays are never holidays.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-4093204745249217965</id><published>2008-05-26T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:05:42.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap 2 - I'm the ruler of Destiny!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Chapter 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;– &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I’m the ruler of Destiny!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flashback Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A door appeared in her backyard and her mother went missing, and a magically opened tunnel. What awaits her destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let’s start to disclose part by part =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi stepped down the endless steps which changes colour from white slowly to black like a spectrum.  The circular stairs lead to even deeper depths and soon a cooling wind like an aura engulfed the entire area.  The wind is strangely not cold or warm; it feels magical but seems to analyze the unknown trespasser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 2px solid pink; width: 320px; height: 510px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: What’s this wind… Argh… I don’t feel at peace here, it’s like.. it’s like.. checking on me?&lt;br /&gt;[ A voice came out like abruptly.]&lt;br /&gt;Voice: Humpt. A little girl is going to be my master? I thought it would be something bigger well, at least older and definitely more matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: Hey! Stop using your microphone and face me. I’m sure I am summoned her for a reason and this stairs are neverending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice: Oh, such a impudent child, you dare to talk back? You know, I’m the Ruler of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: I don’t care what ruler are you, stop peeking at me and come out now. Also, is there a lift or something here, I’m tired of walking down these stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice: What!? You are sure an impudent kid. Lemme punish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Another voice came, and seems to overpower the former voice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice B: Stop playing with her, Kamira. I summoned her. Now Mirumi, ignore him and keep walking, it’s only like a few steps more. I’ll meet you at the gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice A: Grr, ok ok I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ The two voices went away and the stairwell becomes quiet again]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi: What was that? Some perverts? Yawn, I want my nap and I can’t believe I’m still in my pajamas. It’s all Estial’s fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi went down further into the stairwell and it ended eventually. A gate happened to appear but it seems to disappear after the next second. Besides the fading gates, the entire design of the gate does appeal to Mirumi’s likings. Why so? It’s a heaven gate! With two fairies like symbols that arched the sides, a crescent moon marks the key node of the gates and beyond the gate is filled with a blinding light, and however emits a serenity feel.&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi walked towards the gate. In front of the gate, her hairpin flew out of her pockets, and unlocked the gates. “As I had expected…” thought Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in front her was a huge statue, with an altar chained to it. Mirumi approached the altar and a gust of wind blew from behind. A huge monster suddenly came out behind him and a similar voice came, “Great, the test of the ruler, let’s go Mirumi!”&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;Battle Scene:&lt;br /&gt;Huhhhh? How am I going to fight this birdy? &gt; Mirumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hairpin, Mirumi. &gt; Voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say the keywords, “Believe in me” and see what happens. &gt; Voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumi followed her words and a music score appeared together with a violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… I get it. Let me play this song… thought Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When the song started, the large monster seems to be weakened in strength and enticed to her song.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah great, it worked! &gt; Voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, what worked? What did I just do? &gt;Mirumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well umm, you are supposed to charm it with the song, probably. But since it did happen, I think you have to say the magic word… &gt; Voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What word? I can’t keep up with the playing! &gt; Mirumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh umm, it’s… Ah I remembered its recall! &gt; Voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mirumi followed the steps and the huge monster became a doll. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doll upon touched by Mirumi, turned into a page of score that continues the score book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whew so is this the task? I feel my body… surged with magical power…” thought Mirumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, this is your power, the power to control the future, the power to predict further than normal people can, the power to prevent the ultimate destruction of this every world. Your actions from purifying souls like you just did just now could increase your powers. Gain enough powers, even allies to aid you in your quest, to defeat the source of impurities.” said the Voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The source of all of them? Is the battle like just now? Just by a song?” asked Mirumi with high spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, that is just a test, a journey filled with dangerous monsters and spirits is just ahead you. Don’t feel too proud of your first success.” stressed the Voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 2px solid pink; width: 320px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Note :&lt;br /&gt;The hairpin itself, serves as a magical guardian which follows her around. In it, it contains these powers/items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Score – It serves as a collection of scores from captured spirits/dolls. It grants her different songs to play for different effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spell book – It serves as a magical library of enchantment spells. Highly powerful but she requires a violin on her hand to cast it. It allows her to predict the future and also as a platform to perform her journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Violin – Her beloved violin, imbued with the power of the light of serenity and bathed under the blessing waters of the sacred. It allows her to channel her spells and songs, granting magical powers to be channelled from the magical realm to her current world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Summoner Ring – Not a physically seen item, she has it inside herself. It grants her ability to speak to her captured spirits/dolls and also to use their abilities during enchantment fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I’m lazy to say about all these in the storyline, so I’ll put all of them here =3.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-4093204745249217965?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/4093204745249217965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=4093204745249217965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/4093204745249217965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/4093204745249217965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/05/chapter-2-im-ruler-of-destiny-flashback.html' title='Chap 2 - I&apos;m the ruler of Destiny!?'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-8087042487372520612</id><published>2008-05-22T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:31:32.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day.</title><content type='html'>The exam week closes in again, however, with only one exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i wonder how hard do I need to study though, it's always painful when there's only one exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is on Data Structures and Algorithms. Lets work hard for it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A A A here we go xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ending this post, because i needa go home soon. So... ja mata =3 And, aww, secondary kids are having their hols now, i feel so bored and sad x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-8087042487372520612?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/8087042487372520612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=8087042487372520612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/8087042487372520612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/8087042487372520612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-day.html' title='Another day.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-2402102188008517343</id><published>2008-05-15T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:10:34.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The concept of Online Games.</title><content type='html'>As what the topic says, i want to share my view point regarding MMORPGs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just assume you guys know about it, so i won't go into explaining MMORPGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But basically, MMORPGs are popular because of the interaction between players in the net as shown in the massively multi player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game companies of such games, uses this special characteristic to "rob" money out of players. How does it go? I shall just use simple words to explain first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Game is launched into Open Beta Phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Server is opened, and new players join in. Assume as Player A and Player B are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Player A and B chose the same class in the game, and trained together, looking for ways to build up their character for PVP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Both of them reached high levels, due to new game play, but however, leveling spots at higher levels seems to be lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Special items are popular, which allow access to harder areas. Thus they farmed for money and bought them.  And they leveled faster there and reached higher levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. However, experience gain was seriously too slow, and the game has released cash shop, which has items to boost their exp rates. They bought it of course, they wanted to be powerful PVPers anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. More players bought the items, and better items are sold in the cash shop, which allows for even high exp growth. They bought them again, and thought that they would own the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guilds and guild wars soon came, they set up a guild and became one of the prestigious guilds in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Thus, they have to lead the guild to wars, and gain the fame. And thus they continue playing and buying cash shop items to maintain their exp growth rate, as they PVP during wars and during free times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this is what the player A and B did. But how much money did the company earn? I'm sure it's not just them, there are tons of others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New MMORPGs, are usually welcomed because of the new surroundings and new game play, thus it attracts a lot of new players, and potential 'money givers'. After players reach higher levels, leveling seems to have a little bit of problem, special items come into game play, allowing players to use them to enter special locations. These special items usually get increase in market price in game overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As those special and rare items increase in price, cash shop comes up. To allow players to get higher exp gains and also drop rates. And from Cash -&gt; buying of special items, allowing players to get powerful. When players start buying, they wouldn't stop. And experienced players would play further more, reaching higher levels using the support of the cash shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the game goes on, Guilds and Wars and created, allowing players to PVP each other in a wide open environment. This shall enhance the effect of the cash shop.  Due to this, it keep looping, and new patches are released, to allow of buying of rarer and much better items from the cash shop. Allowing players who bought them to have the unfair advantage. And this is what that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When players wake from their MMORPG's addiction, they find that they had lost a lot of money on something that is not even useful. But in the end it was too late, no matter how they would regret, because time will never come back. For me, i would classify them as "tricked".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This is not a post for my assignment or anything. This is just merely a viewpoint of games, specifically online games. And how i feel about them. If I do offend you in any part of my post, i hereby say sorry. But my viewpoint will stay the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-2402102188008517343?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/2402102188008517343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=2402102188008517343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/2402102188008517343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/2402102188008517343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/05/concept-of-online-games.html' title='The concept of Online Games.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-914251080201423225</id><published>2008-05-14T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:13:46.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yayness.</title><content type='html'>Whee. I got my iPod touchie XD. But there's a bad thing about it because i never cared about my handphone anymore x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thing is, when people call me, i can't hear. Or maybe I'm just darn lazy to pick it up. Too addicted to the current anime watching i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, just some updates about the life nao. The ipod touch doesnt really change anything. But i guess i got nominated for some programming competition of sorts.  Time to boost my brain speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain has been slacky nowadays. Can't really think for long hours. Maybe im just tired? Or maybe i should have my daily breakfast x.x But then again i dunno. Okay time to sleep. Its getting late :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-914251080201423225?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/914251080201423225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=914251080201423225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/914251080201423225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/914251080201423225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/05/yayness.html' title='Yayness.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-203373888692877207</id><published>2008-04-29T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:31:33.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another.</title><content type='html'>Back from Japan lecture once again. And today is seriously boring, really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had a 6 hours break, 2 hours at gaming lab, which wasn't a good time there, i feel that i wasted time there. Reason why is, even so there has the basic gaming stuff, its rather boring there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather do my revision, seriously. Now i shall stop on the gaming lab xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After learning and doing some research on japan culture. I find that I'm beginning to admire and like japanese culture and their values more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently a friend whom i met recently, recommended me a japanese language private course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say the price is okay, but its still ex for me. Seeing my family financial status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end this post :X And im off to settle for tmr stuff =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-203373888692877207?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/203373888692877207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=203373888692877207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/203373888692877207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/203373888692877207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/04/another.html' title='another.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-7962222984125225513</id><published>2008-04-26T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T08:26:48.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I seriously wonder why.</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess i gonna whine in today's post as well. Not that i want to, but i can't really understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my parents keep complaining about money, and kept asking when is my salary coming, as if i would give them some. Some reasons why I won't give:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm just a part-time worker, I'm working for my own stuff, own school books, and even my birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I top up my ez-link card myself, so ya, I'm just trying to keep some money for traveling purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Parents are meant to take care of their children when they are schooling, even until university, so why should i give you money? Then again, if i give you 100, whats that 100 to you? You would just spend it over at 4D, and please gambling is irritating. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you spend less money or rather not gamble at all. I'm sure we will be darn rich already. Humans just dont learn. How much money have you guys lost throughout this years? I suspect it could even reach 20k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I find no purpose in giving you money, when you even dared to joke that if i use laptop and the internet at home, i have to pay $4/ hour of usage. Thats ridiculous. Then i might as well, don't come back home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't get why, when you strike 4D, you go high, treating the family. If you don't strike 4D, you go into bad mood, and whoever bad luck who made you angry, he/she is dead. Thats like, so unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your temper might be high, but not as if I don't have a temper. I'm just giving you respect and face because you are my parents. Or else, i would just ignore you both. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know i want to buy an iPod Touch, but wait, thats my birthday gift. For myself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; myself. So please, don't stop me. People always hoped the 18 years old birthday to be celebrated, but I don't get any? I got a 50 dollar note from you guys i know, but as i said before, money to be is utterly useless. Give me something that is practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again i say, if you start complaining to me, Oh, don't leave your fan on, it's wasting electricity, when the aircon is still on in your room, and you are not really using it. It's not logical, and it seems that you just want to scold me right in the early morning, and it dulls my mood. Just leave me alone, if you can't do what you ask your child to do. You yourself, can't even save money, yet you ask your child to save when your child is not even working at first. And yes, I'm still studying. x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-7962222984125225513?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/7962222984125225513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=7962222984125225513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/7962222984125225513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/7962222984125225513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-seriously-wonder-why.html' title='I seriously wonder why.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-7432013992820187668</id><published>2008-04-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:30:20.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Jap Lecture!</title><content type='html'>Whee, had my first jap lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun but, i find it tough, to catch a new language so fast, but i would try my very best :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer is yayoi. Suzuki! Somehow her speaking seems hard to comprehend but i know she is trying her best to speak in english rather than japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to learn as fast as i can :X And hopefully everything will be okay. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending off nao :X See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-7432013992820187668?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/7432013992820187668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=7432013992820187668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/7432013992820187668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/7432013992820187668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-jap-lecture.html' title='First Jap Lecture!'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-6070624871097904636</id><published>2008-04-21T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:05:57.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start is always fun.</title><content type='html'>Today school was surely fun! Well i guess to a great extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturers were kind, maybe probably it's the first week, and the first day, and their first lessons with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i feel things are gonna get complicated, as days pass, and i'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not blogging much today but. Just to say i fear for the future which is coming, but i shall try to do my best and go through all those difficulties :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, is my first japanese lecture, good luck to me, and i hope it would be a joyful one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-6070624871097904636?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/6070624871097904636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=6070624871097904636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/6070624871097904636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/6070624871097904636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/04/start-is-always-fun.html' title='The start is always fun.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-5464098439167253946</id><published>2008-04-20T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:13:34.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My whinings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;School is starting soon, really soon. But then again, I'm happy that it started fast and early, school to me is like better than at home slacking, or even working for that matter. Why working? I seriously wanted to whine all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually intended to help out during the clearance sales, but seeing they do not have enough people i continued helping out till 21th of April, which is a sunday as 22th starts the school days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The work there was okay, but thing is, it's too boring to me, too far boring. I would say, repeative. It's not that i hate repeative things, but it's that, there are customers, but few bought the shoes, and i don't really feel at peace working there, and i dunno, seriously.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;And almost everyday is like the same routine, again and again, i guess that it's just the lack of topics to speak about, but then again, I'm not a socialable person to start with. Things are not that bad till i wanted to quit, it is just that, the job is plain. And shoes wise, i don't know much about them, and i never thought of learning them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Well, end of my whining, but then again, it's just 2 more days to go for an extra 5 hours X 5 per hour X 2 days, which is 50 bucks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's bad to whine i know, so back to studies :X&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Timetable is released, but I don't feel like helping out after school, i think the coming semester is gonna get killing soon enough, lesser CU subjects, doesn't mean easier life, but it just means more subjects to study for, and its like most of them except one are testable; scary just to predict how much projects are coming.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Not just teamwork perhaps, sometimes i should try to rely on myself more this time, get in the top 10 list, and proudly announce to my parents, thats what i wish for. Not for fame nor reputation, it's just that, if working a little bit harder could get in the list, why not try harder? Plus the future depends on what i do nao, so it's still better to do whatever i can in my ablilty; which i haven't used much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;P.S: I'm blogging in bus, typing out on a word editor, no time to type at home since i am on morning shift tmr :X &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Lovees :X&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mirumi.&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/2869229927532568094-5464098439167253946?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/5464098439167253946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=5464098439167253946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/5464098439167253946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/5464098439167253946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-whinings.html' title='My whinings.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-9092843596744355318</id><published>2008-04-16T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:56:28.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new school term starts.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging for like almost a month already. But i feel, i really have to say out some stuff here, my heart is filled with feelings. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, i think i go for my work till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been okay till now i guess, but salary wise, I dunno whether i should keep or you know buy a birthday gift for myself. I want to buy an iPod touch for myself, as a little birthdat gift, well its 18 years old, i should have a birthday gift for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working life there, it's okay, but its boring. Really boring. Plus the stupid CCTV there, you cannot do any kind of work, and customers come in, browses and go, its like, you know, you go ahead and serve them, and they dont even need it. Yawnn, i might as well bring a book there or what not, so i could read. Wasting time there, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it was about what happened today, tons of things happen, and i wanna share :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, today was the briefing of junior students, and i really hated it, I'm not inside the top 10, i dont care and i want to be inside this year, really. Jonathan Chee gave a good speech nevertheless :X Sorta motivated students to go for the next sem, what more could i say? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went with my friend to Holland V for the cornets again. sadly, no choco cornets when we reached there, its just cream T_T. Actually, the entire trip, was for my birthday, well as a birthday present :X I have some photos on that. Below below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eXROUvp9XTs/SASzbfKFCMI/AAAAAAAAABA/JNqvm-v9vXA/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eXROUvp9XTs/SASzbfKFCMI/AAAAAAAAABA/JNqvm-v9vXA/s320/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189469955439265986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eXROUvp9XTs/SASzbfKFCLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qj4H2M6bdRw/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eXROUvp9XTs/SASzbfKFCLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qj4H2M6bdRw/s320/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189469955439265970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: My dinner =x             Right: The overview of the shop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess i stop for nao, shall continue tmr about my feelings about everything till now. Need to digest my thoughts :X So i shall blog tmr :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-9092843596744355318?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/9092843596744355318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=9092843596744355318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/9092843596744355318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/9092843596744355318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-school-term-starts.html' title='The new school term starts.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eXROUvp9XTs/SASzbfKFCMI/AAAAAAAAABA/JNqvm-v9vXA/s72-c/Image034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-1936687221185059447</id><published>2008-03-31T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:02:25.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over? Or not?</title><content type='html'>Updates on the current situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, regarding the psp thing, i think it had past, but ya, i dunno. I presumed so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today's sale was quite quiet in the morning, i could beat flies eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sales picked up in the afternoon around 2pm-7pm. Well maybe its Sunday, but i not sure of those things, and how do work. As in time phases during business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its still cool la, lots of profits, lets make our quota!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i shall stop blogging here! Tomorrow is afternoon shift. A nice day sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-1936687221185059447?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/1936687221185059447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=1936687221185059447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/1936687221185059447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/1936687221185059447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/03/over-or-not.html' title='Over? Or not?'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-4075413554085405828</id><published>2008-03-29T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:52:36.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing'/><title type='text'>Something is missing!?</title><content type='html'>Hmm, what is missing. Well, a promoter who works the same place as me, lost his PSP memory card, dont ask me how he lost it. Its like, you should stick in your psp, rather than laying it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came asking, i went like, "Oh! Who lost this psp? Is it free? " And then he told me he lost his memory card. Then im like, oh this psp is yours. I didnt even know he has the psp at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, i dont care about him accusing me, i did nothing. But, i'll try find it for you,if i do, then good  if not, i dunno. Its so small to start with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-4075413554085405828?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/4075413554085405828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=4075413554085405828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/4075413554085405828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/4075413554085405828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-is-missing.html' title='Something is missing!?'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-4032971447303160229</id><published>2008-03-29T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T09:21:29.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working'/><title type='text'>Work work work.</title><content type='html'>2 days of almost full days. Lets start by saying the first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1. 11.30 - 21.30.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to orchard there, trying to find the isetan branch, spent like 20 minutes and finally decided to call my friend to tell me more. Oh how stupid I'm with city areas, i ought to be embarrassed  x.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there, and took a walk around the isetan to familiarize with the surroundings. After that went to the department and found the supervisor there, Ellen. Oh its not that ellen. Its another one. A malay rather, started off in arranging some clothes here and there, and soon enough, i was called to the promotion area for the real work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That area is supposed to be for us, but some left their merchandise there, so have to wait for them to clear them. After they came, and cleared their stuff, we started to arrange the place as neat as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, quite tiring if you ask me, from floor 11, taking merchandise down to floor 3. Some stuff is surprisingly heavy, and i wonder why. And then, i finally knew that clothes ARE heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like 3 trips, everything was brought down, and we started packing the area, and displaying shoes for sale. (Yes, somehow I like shoes more, so ya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, customers came in before everything was done, well up to 70% discount, who wouldn't? Those isetan staffs are like. "Oh my, why did you guys let the customers in? No response from us anyway, i don't know what happen, i came back from a break, and this is what happened, staring in space when that staff which i assumed to be a supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked before at Takashimaya, but more in Food Stuff, for now its clothes and shoes. Food is like easy. Its like, "May i have 1 kg of this?" I replied, "Oh okay, please wait" and here i go weighting for 1 Kg. And then i wrap it up neatly and packed in bags. Went to the counter and keyed in the price and said, "Here you go! Its 45.50. Please come again!" Seems so easy, and systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the current one, which comes to shoes ( I avoid clothes for the time being :D), Its like, "Can i try on this pair of shoes?", went and took it to him and said "Here it is sir." Minutes later, "Hmm, its too small, can i have a larger size?" I replied, "Oh this is size 40, would you want 41 or 42 size? The customer replied, "I think i will try 41." I took the sample and said, "Oh please wait, i shall look for larger size for you." tadatadatada~  "Sir, here it is, do you wish to try on one side, or both sides?" i asked. "Both sides please" the customer answered.  And yadayadayada, he said, "Oh it fix me all right, i would take this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think thats all, but sadly no T_T. Went to get memos, and write down the model number and color and price. Still have to tear out price tag to allow the cashier to scan for price. And bring the customer to the cashier, to pay for the shoes. Imaging that size 41, doesn't match him, i had to find 42 for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not killer but, those shoes are hard to find for a newbie like me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;== End of Day 1 ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 0940 - 2140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special today, just that its better later in the night, since we arrange everything nicely, so easier to find shoes eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, i was brought to the clothes part to help out a bit. And completed one sale. Wee! And then ran back to shoes part again, because they need me x.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but, my feet hurts for today. Went back home, still hurting. After waking up, not that bad already. But thats working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for today, played cabal a bit, just to level to next level, its just 10% more anyway and to check on my guild, and the bonus exp. Thing about the bonus exp is, every hour you did not login, you will gain 5% of bonus exp, so if that stacks, you get a lot of x2 exp, and it carries to the next level! So if means if i work for 6 days more, i can free exp until then! With a max of 7 days i think. So, lets work and play later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I loved to go to Kinokuniya, but, i had no time between work x.X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-4032971447303160229?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/4032971447303160229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=4032971447303160229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/4032971447303160229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/4032971447303160229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/03/work-work-work.html' title='Work work work.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-7959772524743137287</id><published>2008-03-26T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:44:50.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh noes, working starts tomorrow =/</title><content type='html'>Fine fine, i should stop grumble about my work tomorrow. Okay! I'm working from tomorrow for the next 8 days =.= I know its kinda lame but. Well its $400! Better than no income xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the income.. I shall.. Buy a laptop pen... buy Japanese reference notes and i think thats all bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what shall happen during the work. But I'll try my best though. Clothes and shoes are not my profession to start with. But at least I'm spared the jabs to take for a food promoter. It wasn't painful, but i hate to have something else not belonging to my body eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for haircut today, not to cut my hair shorter, i like my hair as it is, just to tidy up a bit =3 and can start work le :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is 11.30am - 9pm. Let's see how would be the first day, inspiring or not =3 At least its better than last time, which is till 10pm. x.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays i shall see what happens tomorrow, and blog it right here. Am expecting rare happenings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-7959772524743137287?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/7959772524743137287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=7959772524743137287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/7959772524743137287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/7959772524743137287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-noes-working-starts-tomorrow.html' title='Oh noes, working starts tomorrow =/'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-5673426208273046020</id><published>2008-03-18T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:05:08.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its cabal!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been almost a month since i blogged x.X. My excuse is, I'm darn lazy =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, cabalSEA is released, and i think you guys should know.. No? I could say that I'm pretty active in the game, but not as if I'm addicted for some reason. But i don't wish to go much into details for cabal. Since its just a mere game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my plans for now, well I can't be playing cabal all day long. But anyway. My checklist =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get some japanese language reference books. (Needing some to start the new semester off well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get some introduction to C# (a programming language) before the semester start. (I always prefer to start early, and this is one of my ways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A laptop pen! (Well for designing needs, guess i need one for designing for the next semester)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rest well before the start of the 8 day work. (I really need it, with those uber chionging in cabal. Seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. As above, for the 1st to the 3rd items, i need $ ! I have only $200 nao... I see how i could spend with those then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats all for my checklist, not too long huh. I don't expect for things that easily, since I'm not rich enough to want everything.  And by the way, if you had noticed, i changed my blog bgm to the opening song of a new anime, named Yotsunoha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what is it about, i only know about the time capsule thingy, and i don't understand what it does in the anime as well. Simply saying, i don't even have the foggiest idea. That anime has a weird starting. Oh and a really weird one, that does the introduction of characters, and a camping in school, well their old school, after 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the female main character, Nono-chan, made me remember of Moetan's main character, forgot her name though, their voices seem so the same. Almost made me freak out with those high speech voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you find that the BGM is sucky, i don't mind changing it, i think it's kinda loud too and disturbing. If so, i would change it =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tada, i shall end my post here, but as usual, cabal x.X Hopefully that my parents will strike lottery or something, and pass me $50, so i could buy my books, my bookshelf is still empty. x.X&lt;br /&gt;See ya ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-5673426208273046020?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/5673426208273046020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=5673426208273046020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/5673426208273046020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/5673426208273046020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-cabal.html' title='Its cabal!'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-5874296483566836152</id><published>2008-02-27T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:02:21.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laptop'/><title type='text'>My lappie is back!</title><content type='html'>Hello! Yes yes, i may not be online in the past days, because my laptop drive was corrupted and the OS is gone. So, i went down for a visit at Acer and got quite a long wait there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing hikari is with me tho, at least i have a panther =3 But thing is, when we are served, and my laptop was sent to repair, its like too late, and i have to come again tomorrow ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i went again! But really, it was really screwed that time, the bus driver did not stop even though i pressed the bell. Make me walk back boo! Irritating. They should make the ding dong louder eh, so the bus driver hears it well. And so, i walked back and to the Acer's servicing center. As usual a lot of people, but guess lesser people are getting back their laptops, so don't have to wait that long. And it's free xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, i went into hikari's school. Not went as in went, more of smoked inside. What for? To get the backup data =3 It's like I'm trying to avoid detection, and it is kinda bad too. I hope i don't have to do that again &gt;_&gt;. I'm not to appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, i went to take bus home. I'm such a stupid person to take 975, and took me to Bukit Panjang and there has only LRT. &gt;_&gt; I thought theres MRT there, and wasted money to take LRT and then to MRT ._. But it was my first time taking LRT! And I'm so proud of it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met friend at NorthPoint, and he was doing shopping for the coming BBQ. So i joined him xD and we have laska too, and ice kaching xD Cooling + spicy = neutral xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i went back home, to set up my laptop and the programs i need to use. Played some games at zion too. Seriously zion community sucks. Maybe I'm finding a new one xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays, wishing for the best for the exams of my friends and myself! Lets score! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-5874296483566836152?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/5874296483566836152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=5874296483566836152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/5874296483566836152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/5874296483566836152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-lappie-is-back.html' title='My lappie is back!'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-7085286646506889544</id><published>2008-02-18T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:47:11.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i sick soon?</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm going sick, ya but i dunno =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head feels heavy, and forehead is heaty. My bones seems to be feeble, my eyes are tired, my throat is dry at all times, no matter how much water i drink. So ya, i may be sick soon. Yay! haven't been sick for like 2 years, maybe all illnesses are coming for me now. Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i write as if I'm dying. Dont worry, im alive and blogging here. Once again, thanks kleo for editing the story for me,i appreciate it! What happened was, I'm again, writing another story, called The Symphonical Love. Where love is the catalyst of the love between Mirumi and XXX (shh, cannot tell la :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story would start from Chapter 0 up till Chapter 10. So there is a total of 11 chapters. 'I'll try to keep it at chapter 10, but i don't know, the planning of the storyline tells me it might overshot chapter 10 ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the story, my exams are coming soon. Just 2 of them though, but they are equally important =0.&lt;br /&gt;And days before, Kleo asked me out at such a short notice, the shocked and worried me, went to meet her without bathing =3 *hides*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all right already =3 But someone saw me and her so... i hope she doesn't gossip without prove. Yes, i hate her. She spoiled my primary school life, almost everything. Who cares about your daughter anyway, she isn't even pretty. Don't think that I belong to her, I didn't evens start steading with her, its just some friendship of close friends for 5 years. Just shut up and mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, Yes i love rantings =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough ranting for now, plus I'm partly sick, guess i go rest a bit =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others: Work hard for your coming common tests ! Before you regret next time xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-7085286646506889544?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/7085286646506889544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=7085286646506889544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/7085286646506889544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/7085286646506889544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/02/am-i-sick-soon.html' title='Am i sick soon?'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-2499780399391493992</id><published>2008-02-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:10:25.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so far.</title><content type='html'>Whew, at the time i posted this. All of the pending assignments are done and submitted! What's left is just the 2 major exams coming like a week time, time to study using the old way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats old way.. Hmm, well i think it will be like.. reading notes... memorising...ya those normal things i did during my secondary school time. Seems pretty nostalgic thinking about those like the O's revision =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since everything is like done and eased off. I went into rose online again. Kinda a long time since i entered. It's a private server... so ya faster leveling rates. And now I'm officially a cleric! Buff buff buff buffs! But the change job quest was kinda killer. I hope the item drop rates are far higher, especially for the second part. I hunted like 2 hours for it &gt;_&gt; But well, guess its okay, since taking a rest, so might as well grind a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now turning back the time, yesterday was valentines' day. Met kleo at tampines MRT station, and she was late. But ya, i cant blame her, she is busy giving out kookies anyway. I got a huge box of kookies which appears to be like err. sorta like a kookie cake? The 2 teddy bears made me sugar high =3 The huge box of kookies tasted nice. Just that its you know merged together in a box, but the taste is still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some progression in studies as for now, my presentations are okay, just that the stuttering is still there, guess theres no point to hurry. Even if i wanna hurry, the stuttering get worse, so might as well solve it step by step. And my programming Assignment 1 was graded A! I wonder why but,ya,i got an A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment 2 was done and passed up.. Hopefully my status report will help me, but ya, i dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now.. soon i will be working but let me play my new born cleric first... and also get ready for exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated valentine's day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-2499780399391493992?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/2499780399391493992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=2499780399391493992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/2499780399391493992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/2499780399391493992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-so-far.html' title='After so far.'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-4294208702514852928</id><published>2008-02-10T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:16:46.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun day at new year o.o</title><content type='html'>It's a fun day no doubt. But i lost quite a bit of money through the gambling process ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually i don't gamble, but seeing that all my friends came today, i had to, or else, its like lacking of hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I played with them mahjong at first, well it was non-gamble for that time, but as it goes on, blackjack games started with my relatives, and they bet like $2/person, and thats scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was, we would take turns being the banker, for fairness sake. And it was my turn. And everytime, a banker have to do it 3 times. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time:&lt;br /&gt;1st card = 10.&lt;br /&gt;2nd card = 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result? It is a killer combo of cards, either u lose or you win, you have like only 1-7 to get and i got 10 for the draw. Yes, it sucks. I paid like 10 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time:&lt;br /&gt;1st card = A.&lt;br /&gt;2nd card = 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result? I was quite happy when i saw the A, but when the next one was a 6, its not nice anymore. I drew 1 card in total, and it was 10. Really a killer card, plus with 17, its so darn hard to win against. So i gave up drawing, in case of losing even more. And yes of course, i lost again like $6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time:&lt;br /&gt;1st card = 10.&lt;br /&gt;2nd card = 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result? This is an even stronger killer combo, i can't open any cards and i could only draw. And gosh,  got another 10 &gt;_&gt;. And thus, i lost again, this time was like $12. because of 2 blackjacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, I'm kind to others, even though its blackjack involving money, how great I am ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than those gambling, i ate a lot of seafood today, which is bad for my pimples, yes, real bad. Maybe I'm going vegetarian next week or so. Mira &lt;3s dietary fiber now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm seriously tired, very tired. Sorry kleo for not being able to play audi with you, was kinda busy =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, all of you have enjoyed the new year! I made a promise to someone too, to accompany that someone for a cny outing =3 So don't forget !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. Thats all! Byebye=3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-4294208702514852928?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/4294208702514852928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=4294208702514852928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/4294208702514852928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/4294208702514852928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-day-at-new-year-oo.html' title='A fun day at new year o.o'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-3903987582985025608</id><published>2008-02-09T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T01:07:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!</title><content type='html'>New year was okay for me though. Just that, it has been the same like every year, nothing much changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got $208 as red packets profits =3 I know it's little if compared to others, but well, its quite an achievement, considering I'm from a middle income family. Plus this year is kinda different though. My grandma passed away last year, so my family cannot give out any red packets, mandarin oranges too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, was like, no people, but as the time reach afternoon, more and more came. And well, i tried to interact with them, but guess there's no common topic between them and me. Theres no guys around my age too. Theres a girl but, i dont like her as in her character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was, my cousin seen me playing an anime arcade game, he wanna have it too. Well, i wanted to, no harm anyways, his dad gave me a thumb drive. I thought its large enough for the game, which is like 1.2GB big. Turns out that thumb drive, has only 128 Mb. That was rather a shock. Luckily, i managed to compress in the 1.2Gb into 697 Mb, for it to enter a CD, he says his computer cannot read DVDs ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, whats technology now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here blogging, wondering why I am classified as cute, or rather&lt;br /&gt;adorable. I don't quite take those words quite well, because I'm like 18 years old nao. Plus.. ya the person who says that should know. But then again, its just weird =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, i guess i better sleep early, days with not enough sleep already. And dark rings are coming. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! xDxD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-3903987582985025608?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/3903987582985025608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=3903987582985025608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/3903987582985025608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/3903987582985025608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year.html' title='New Year!'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-876792665168591578</id><published>2008-02-07T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:45:01.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes yes, i know that new year is today, but i sorta lost the new year mood when i woke up today. I don't know but, it's just weird =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my handphone message time, is screwed, someone can sms at 2am, while it appears as 4pm in my handphone, now i don't know when did that person send me the sms ._. Probablly I'm sleeping. I didn't really countdown for the new year, i was thrown alone at home, uh not really, i chose not to go out =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant expect me to countdown myself right, thats like... so "emo" xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the time i woke, I'm been quite not myself from yesterday, yesterday i was in a playing mood, and today i lost them =3 When i woke up, I'm like... Ohh.. i still got one assignment pending, and somehow forgot that its chinese new year already. But then again, I'm not visiting any relatives, not that I don't want, but my family can't. So i guess I'm alone at home like for today, other than family members, which I think.. More or less there's nothing to chat about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just going back in time, to yesterday in school. Even at new year eve, there's like no commotion or anything that's related to chinese new year, with one exception, the bookshop is closed, and we cannot get the stuff needed for handing in of assignment, it's like so screwed. The printing shops also close early on that day. The school operates at half-day though. But i was hoping for some chinese new year related stuff, other than staying in the lab, and doing up some unfinished work of the assignment =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a conclusion, Poly lacks the festive celebrations. Even though there's a lot of people there, just holding an event won't hurt. *mustbethefaultofthestudentcommunity* mumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or worst case, they forgotten its new year eve o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I wish i can spend my time today, fruitfully. I don't want to waste any time =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a sentence to finish off, I enjoyed the outing yesterday, it's fun ! =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-876792665168591578?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/876792665168591578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=876792665168591578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/876792665168591578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/876792665168591578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes-yes-i-know-that-new-year-is-today.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-6041084819621859638</id><published>2008-02-02T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T11:11:57.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Verse [The Heart Speaks]</title><content type='html'>Oh its a new blog again. Reasons of doing that is, well er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a new year! Well quite soon enough. And many ang paos. Many, many. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, reading through other friends' blogs, especially those who are still schooling in schools. I would like to say.. I envy you guys! Well, i did new year decorations too that time, but its kinda a disappointment that polytechnics doesn't celebrate any festivals. I do not call those holidays as celebrations. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whats more, even though it may be a holiday, there will be something evil coming next. Thats the makeup lessons, they are just simply irritating, spoiling my daily timetable. Hmmps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year.. this new near... I don't really think theres any changes, just that, I'm doing assignments during those festive celebrations, which seems pretty ironic. Well thats poly life, i can't complain. Oh wait, I think i AM complaining nao. Okok, maybe because i procrastinate too much in the starting of the semester, but still, i can't turn back time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheehs, its just irritating too. Not about those assignments, but the difficulty of it, i DON'T have any thing to refer to! And mostly my lecturers do not check e-mails during weekends which is nao. Sending them an e-mail will not work, they will end up replying at Monday &gt;_&gt; Maybe i should just grab some handphone numbers, and call them for such stuff. I called once though, she ignored me ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It went..... Do.do,do.do,do.do. And then, it got answered. I said, " Is that Ms.XXX?" 2 seconds later. I got a reply, "I'm busy right now, please call me tomorrow." and it went do,do,do again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like.. Why is it tomorrow? Why does lecturers doesn't work on Sundays, and we students must work? Where's the logic &gt;_&gt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, enough of those rantings, i guess it will go forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. Byebye! =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-6041084819621859638?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/6041084819621859638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=6041084819621859638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/6041084819621859638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/6041084819621859638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-verse-heart-speaks.html' title='The First Verse [The Heart Speaks]'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-3740244752217005378</id><published>2008-01-19T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:12:59.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Timetable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[School Schedule]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;School begins at 9am, ends at 4pm. Please come on time, no grace time is given. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are 2 terms.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of May – 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July – Term 1&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Theory Test 1 – 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Term End Test - 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mini Test – 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of June&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of August – 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of September - Holiday&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of September – 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of September – Overseas Adventure&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of Oct – 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of December – Term 2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Theory Test 2 – 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of November &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reasoning Test – 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of November&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feedback Test – 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of December&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Final Exam – 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of December&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Final Field Test – 29th December&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of January - 15th of February – Internship &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of February – 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of April – Holidays &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-3740244752217005378?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/3740244752217005378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=3740244752217005378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/3740244752217005378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/3740244752217005378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-timetable.html' title='School Timetable'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-7424312549792587777</id><published>2008-01-19T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:10:48.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marking System</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[Marking System]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most importantly, attendance, it has a max of 400 points. Scoring below 200 points or half for that section will cause your final marks to be severely reduced, you have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Secondly, group work; it has a high importance in your total marks with a maximum of 1200 points. Failing this section will cause you to retake the entire semester again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thirdly, assignment marks, obviously you have to do work to gain those marks. Has a maximum of 2500 points. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lastly, final grades, it is calculated this way, if attendance is a pass, it would be, 2500 divided by 1200 and multiplied with 100%. Some assignments do give final grade modifications, like your first assignment but please note that those are modifications not marks. Teachers can choose to forgo them or include them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-7424312549792587777?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/7424312549792587777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=7424312549792587777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/7424312549792587777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/7424312549792587777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2009/01/marking-system.html' title='Marking System'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869229927532568094.post-2560871270623258324</id><published>2008-01-19T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:06:30.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assignment 1 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assignment Specifications:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Titled: Know your friends and also “Enemies”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Solo Assignment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Task 1:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Get 10 phone numbers from classmates and also 5 addresses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Task 2: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Call the 10 numbers tonight and ask them for their piece of paper/note. The answer is with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Task 3:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Write and submit in a notebook, with the signatures of the friends u called.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marks Allocated: 20 marks on attendance&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;40 marks on group work&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;5 marks of total grades&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Due date: 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; of May 2006&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869229927532568094-2560871270623258324?l=dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/feeds/2560871270623258324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869229927532568094&amp;postID=2560871270623258324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/2560871270623258324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869229927532568094/posts/default/2560871270623258324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dango-ddaikazoku.blogspot.com/2008/01/assignment-page.html' title='Assignment Page'/><author><name>xiaomira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919604790344608708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
