<?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-5289010326716364175</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:20:21.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelly Beans</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello fellow bloggers! If not bloggers, fellow viewers! This is my first blogging experience, but I hope it'll bring laughs, and tears from many people. Well, apart from a diary, I believe you'll also be able to read a small story that I'll write chapter by chapter.
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I think, and hope you'll enjoy it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-1096294455135123331</id><published>2009-10-07T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T03:17:07.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUMBLE JUMBLE! (aka. I felt like writing)</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I just felt like writing to my invisible audience, so so, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been on a major weight loss program. (okay, I've only started today.) No in-between meal nibblings, exercise every day, you know the deal. It's quite fun, trying to sneak snacks without yourself knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I today I turned on the music a right deal loud, and made some dance moves. &lt;br /&gt;I wrote this sometime in March, but just found it now in my story blog, The Little Writer. Sorta silly....but, who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the soundtrack of 'Another Cinderella Story', and I made some really cool moves. Seriously! Oh, I wish I was doing hip hop again. I stopped because of that Imamuragumi thing. Didn't have enough time. (humbug!) By the way, I quit that thing right after the big Live. It was too demanding, and besides it wasn't fun! And I also have got this long-term lockjaw from after the show. I don't know why, but when I was coming home in my parents car, eating my Obento, it just sorta happened! I've had it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm having my piano show sometime in April again. (I had it last year too) At least I didn't have to stop that! Last year I did 'Chim Chimery', and a duet with my sister from, 'Puff the Magic Dragon', but this year I'm doing 'Greensleeves', and a duet with my sister from, 'Top of the World'. Cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to graduate on the 19th this month to Junior High, and tomorrow is another day of school. It's dinner, so I'm going now. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-1096294455135123331?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/1096294455135123331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=1096294455135123331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/1096294455135123331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/1096294455135123331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2009/10/mumble-jumble-aka-i-felt-like-writing.html' title='MUMBLE JUMBLE! (aka. I felt like writing)'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-3316509864542045123</id><published>2009-08-07T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T05:04:06.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyoto Art Museum</title><content type='html'>So, today we went to my grandad's place, then after that we went to this really famous museum in Kyoto. You know Davinchi Code the movie? Well, they moved some of the pictures into the museum at Kyoto, except Mona Lisa and stuff, of course. Well, we went there, and it was quite fun regarding the fact that i had a major stomach ache and the guards took away my very nicely prepared decafe. *pout pout* *steam* UNFORGIVABLE! anyway, the coolest picture there was this circular one of heaven in the clouds, sorta in a spiral. i don't know the name, but the angels were like transparent, and it was so cool! i've been into paintings since i got into painting, you see. there was also a really cool life size barbarian one, but i like heaven better. who wouldn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-3316509864542045123?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/3316509864542045123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=3316509864542045123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/3316509864542045123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/3316509864542045123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2009/08/kyoto-art-museum.html' title='Kyoto Art Museum'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-5938389658269696361</id><published>2009-08-04T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:14:24.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hobby</title><content type='html'>Today I had the fancy to start oil painting....NO! Of course not lol! It all started a year ago....NAH! HA! Wrong again. Actually it all started with me being bored, a perfectly rational reason, don't you think? Of course I've all ways been interested in oil painting etc, so I had been thinking about it for some time. So since there is nothing fun to do here except reading (And let me tell you, reading is sooooo fun....I just wish my mom would see it that way) my mom decided to giveit a try. She bought me canvases and everything. I'm starting with acrylic painting, cause people say its easier. It's crazy the amount of links to painting my dad's sent me. (LAUGH OUT LOUD!) Anyway, I've got this really cool idea for my sis's birthday (thanks a lot...I've got THREE birthdays this summer....THREE!) but since she might be reading this (highly unlikely) I won't tell you. I'll take a picture though, ne?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I ought to let you know. If I paint a masterpiece I'll let you know, k? (Again....highly unlikely)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-5938389658269696361?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/5938389658269696361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=5938389658269696361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/5938389658269696361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/5938389658269696361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-hobby.html' title='New Hobby'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-5026936125168601353</id><published>2009-07-29T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:59:12.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today....</title><content type='html'>- Swimming with Aeryn.&lt;br /&gt;- Eating snacks.&lt;br /&gt;- Showered.&lt;br /&gt;- Hotdogs for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;- Starwars 4; A New Hope.&lt;br /&gt;- Walk with Cherrie (dog).&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner of hamburgers.&lt;br /&gt;- Checked my mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-5026936125168601353?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/5026936125168601353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=5026936125168601353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/5026936125168601353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/5026936125168601353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2009/07/today.html' title='Today....'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-636722905212640528</id><published>2009-07-28T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T03:13:44.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infortmation No. 2</title><content type='html'>This is for the people who haven't had the time to read to the very bottom of the blog (which by the way is very short so you should read it). I have another blog where I write all my stories. It's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://akempeneer.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k? tx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-636722905212640528?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/636722905212640528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=636722905212640528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/636722905212640528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/636722905212640528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2009/07/infortmation-no-2.html' title='Infortmation No. 2'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-2931501021777758440</id><published>2009-07-25T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:39:19.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIM</title><content type='html'>Today (more like yesterday) I went with me mom and two sis' to the LIM home to drop the sisters off. Apparently they're going to help with the moving and stuff....I SO WANTED TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;oh, well, don't cry over spilt milk AND you can't have everything in life. (i personally prefer 'you can't have everything in life', so...go figure)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they live in shizuoka and we live in kyoto, so it was like a 7 hour drive! PLUS it was summer hols so the road was super packed and stuff too, so....yeah.&lt;br /&gt;basically all we did while driving was sleep, listen to music, eat, and read. (i was the only one who read, but i had to include it.) going back too. (today, that is. i just got back)&lt;br /&gt;at LIM we, well, talked a lot, and since it was their family night we got to watch a movie. the 'pre-teens' (campers will get the joke) watched 'the man who knew to little'....there was only Lena and I, but it was cool. Rather stupid, but it was funny. it's just so hilarious how he has no idea that it's real. even at the end. the older guys watched 'Australia', which wasn't such a good movie in my opinion, but it's cool in itself. hugh jackman and nicole kidman aren't that good actors either.&lt;br /&gt;so, to skip sunday traffic, we had to get up at 5:30 and go. ( me and my mom, that is.) going back was much the same as going there, sadly. i ate SOOO much. i think i'm gonna have a stomach ache. (p.s. Lena, sorry for not waking you up. p.s.s. you snore. p.s.s.s. just kiddin, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;well, tx LIM home for having us and all. it was super fun. good luck moving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-2931501021777758440?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/2931501021777758440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=2931501021777758440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/2931501021777758440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/2931501021777758440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2009/07/lim.html' title='LIM'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-2536100295543507923</id><published>2009-04-15T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:27:58.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Teachers, and Baby Bothers</title><content type='html'>Okay, so its been almost two weeks since I've started going to school, and it's BLAST BLAST! So fun, man, especially the teachers. I really don't feel like writing today (plus I don't have any time) so I'm gonna cut this short. Bear with me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE: The girl's teacher is F-R-E-A-K-Y!!!! I mean, she's old fashioned, dresses like she's still in the 50's, and is super scary!!!! Oooooh, I'm gonna suffer with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Room: He's the guy's PE teacher. He's super young -- 25 -- and is supposedly really proud of himself. He does his best to show it, anyway. In the 80 meter run, he was 15th in the whole of Japan...APPARENTLY! Anyway, he's a big show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts: LOVE HER!!! She's super fun, always telling us this really neat stories, and is just sooooo cool! Loved her from the minute I saw her. She's so sweet, and interesting! And you KNOW how I fall for those kind of people... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math: I don't really hate him, but he's not really on my admirer's list. I mean, come on! Who gives a whole lesson on how to copy you're notebook? Freak... but he gives these real mind twisting problems. He's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: It's a boring subject in itself -- I'm even better than the teachers sometimes -- but I LURV Steven. He is HILARIOUS!!!! I wish I had him every day. He's like a little kid. The other teacher is a person trying to be cool but really can't be. I mean, come on! He's 51! Anyway, he's always trying to be funny, and is sooooo not impressing anyone. Sorta funny, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science: I'll sum her up in 3 words. Small, picky, and annoying. I'm sorry, that's how it is. She's those kinds of teachers who always give you tons of homework -- not meaning to -- and is soooo hard on people, but she thinks she's being good to them! Do you get my gist? Anyway, she always does experiments and stuff. I might not like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art: GAY!!!! So gay!!! He has gay written all over him!!! He dresses in tight, gay clothes, talks like a girl (Actually, he really does talk like a 9th grade girl I know...), and is tall, skinny, and has unhealthy skin. What more do you need? All signs of gayness, if you ask me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't started the other lessons yet, but I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;Continuing....BABY BOTHERS!!! I told you about my bro and his wife and baby coming over from Nigerea, didn't I? Well, they're coming tommorrow, and mom has been running around getting all this stuff for it. (The baby) ARGHHH!!!! I can somewhat feel the jealousy-mixed-with-annoyanse feeling that comes when someones parents are having a baby. I feel for you guys. (I was the youngest, and last.) And guess what? I HAD TO GIVE UP SOME OF MY HHHUUUUGGGGEEE CUDDLES! Go ahead, laugh! But do you know how much my room looks off balance? ARRGH!!! Bear with me, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-2536100295543507923?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/2536100295543507923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=2536100295543507923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/2536100295543507923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/2536100295543507923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-teachers-and-baby-bothers.html' title='School Teachers, and Baby Bothers'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-1390859151582111280</id><published>2009-04-11T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:50:13.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, here's the thing. I GOT A NEW BED!!! isn't that neat? my mom was talking about it, and she said since i was getting so big, i could have a new bed. AWESOME! Anyway, its super cool, no bars or nothing! I've also rearranged my room to fit it. i mean, its not that big, but it's sorta complicated, so i won't talk about it. Anyway, I also got a new bedspread, (real cool, brownish) and curtains. (Red, flowers. It was a discount, and there were only those kind. But it was 70 PERCENT off! c'mon...) its really cool.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my piano thingy is on the 19th, so thats real sudden and scary, but i have a feeling i'm gonna cope. Besides, i'm getting pretty good! (i'm not supposed to say that, but...)&lt;br /&gt;ooooh, i'm just itching for tomorrow! it's easter, you see, and we're gonna eat TURKEY! This is waaaay too AWESOME! (that's the second time...)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't have anything to say anymore, and I'm gonna have to go to do the dishes now, so...&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-1390859151582111280?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/1390859151582111280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=1390859151582111280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/1390859151582111280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/1390859151582111280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff!!!!'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-8335686496661395679</id><published>2009-04-07T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:26:25.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura Seeing, BBQ-ing, and Costco-ing!</title><content type='html'>Hello! As the title pronounces, yesterday we went to Costco, and after that went Sakura Seeing! (We had a BBQ today.) it was very fun. you see, once in a few months my mom and dad go to this huge, american store called Costco (it's in Kobe, have you heard of it?) with huge (overexagerated) discounts; and we buy almost two carts of stuff that is supposed to last us for two to three months. (But doesn't.) And mind you, these carts are almost twice the size of normal ones. Its a huge store, and the highlights for us kids are the books, resturant, and snack corners. It's also just fun to run around, laughing at people staring at you, and running and wreaking secret havoc to your hearts content in the huge store. i guess its just fun to let it go. By the way, i found a new disney cartoon while shuffling around in the book corner. (It hardly was any fun since they had gotten rid of all the fun novels.) Igor, have you heard of that? it sounded like a disney cartoon horror, with a good moral. strange things these companies cook up, eh? anyway, have you ever watched marley and me? OMG! that was such a touching and hilarious movie! i cried buckets! (literally. i advise you to be armed with a tissue box if you ever watch it.) it was just so touching, the last part. don't you think it isn't fair how the good guys always have to die? The innocent, cute, and unknowing characters? why, in paycheck i was sure that the cute guy (forgot his name, but he was the main guys friend) was gonna be shot! thank heavens he didn't, it really wouldn't have been right. anyway, i'm getting off track. i was leading up to me seeing the novel at costco. can you believe that? i never knew that it was based on a novel till i saw it there. come to think of it, i hardly know anything of the sort. Anyway, browsing magazines like 'People' is fun too. i recomend it highly, though its real vain and boring. anyway, at the resturant corner dad bought us all a drink bar (one huge cup for 80 yen with free refills. WHOOHOO!!), and i got ------ sick drinking a cup of lemon soda and coca cola. i hardly could fit my shared icecream, cheerio, and boogie in. okay, that may sound wierd, but seriously, my sis kept on calling it that. it was written in japanese, and from afar it really look like it read boogie! we had fits over that. (p.s. it was really burugogi. korean, i hear.) i really liked the beef ones! YUM! next i'm getting chicken, though everyone says its gross. to close it up, my sis loaded me into a cart and pushed me down the isle! (sorry mom!) It ruled! (p.s. random, but i got a really cute tie for 60 yen at tomato land, a second hand store. pretty good.)&lt;br /&gt;after that, getting home we decided to go sakura seeing while eating our dinner of hotdogs and donuts. (i know, it really doesn't go together.) melissa was so hyper all the way there. she had too many soft drinks. it was soooooooo beautiful! they weren't in full bloom yet, but it was like, not too hot nor not too cold, and we like played tag in this huge field where no one else was, and there were hardly any people! how better can that get? i swear i got grass stains, but i really let it go! it ruuuuuuuuled!&lt;br /&gt;and today we had a BBQ,  roasted vegatable shishkababs, and steak and chicken. but after we watched america eats BBQ, i found that that is not BBQing, it is grilling! people! BBQing takes up to 10 HOURS! okay? that sorta ruined the picture, but... anyway, all of us roasted marshmellows together, and we finished a whole pack! YABA! I'm gonna soooo regret it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tomorrow i start middle school...YIKES! i would like to elaborate, but i'm getting tired, so here i must stop. CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-8335686496661395679?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/8335686496661395679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=8335686496661395679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/8335686496661395679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/8335686496661395679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2009/04/sakura-seeing-bbq-ing-and-costco-ing.html' title='Sakura Seeing, BBQ-ing, and Costco-ing!'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-3277466212684974205</id><published>2009-04-02T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:03:08.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Information</title><content type='html'>Hello there. I'm just writing this to inform you that I won't be writing anymore stories on this blog, but have decided from here on to transfer all my writings to my other blog, 'The Small Writer'. (I won't be continuing Amelia anymore, it sucks.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you have a chance it would be gratifying if you could take a peek over there sometime, and read the stories, etc. tx! ur great!&lt;br /&gt;No real news, except my first day of Middle School is on the 8th, and that my half brother, his wife and baby girl are coming from Nigeria (that's in Africa) from the 16th to the 30th. Cool, eh? I wanted to go back with them, but of course the older, more 'mature' Melissa gets to go. (maybe) HUMPH! When did I get a chance, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still don't know the date of my piano thingy, but I'll keep you posted, so cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Today we had disastrous crapes. They looked like mutated sea animals, and were all squishy and slimey. (UGH!) I almost felt like throwing up! Of course it was MY fault...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-3277466212684974205?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/3277466212684974205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=3277466212684974205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/3277466212684974205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/3277466212684974205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2009/04/information.html' title='Information'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-9214672443977966870</id><published>2009-03-28T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:36:11.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hullo. I felt like writing to you, so...</title><content type='html'>hullo! how are you, my invisible friends over there? i feel like writing around now, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm gonna be a junior high school student on the 8th of april! wow! isn't that cool? i do think that it's sorta a bummer that the tests are supposed to be really hard. its a super bummer. i'm really stressed now because i have to reveiw my elementery school work, and plus i got really bad grades on my tests. (For a usual straight A student this is really hard)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my piano show is soon, sometime in april i think. i personally think i'm going pretty good, but my sis keeps on messing up on her part! bummer! (we do a duet) it's pretty cool anyway. I think it's gonna be really cool.&lt;br /&gt;my story writing is actually going really smoothly now! i'm getting slightly bored, but i'm sticking to it! isn't that great? i think i've set a personal record for the longest time to continue writing a story. (I keep on getting bored and quitting my other stories.) i think its gonna be really cool. (go publishing!)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my batterie's low so i've got to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. today i went to a viking resteraunt with melissa's friends. crappy food, but still pretty good.   it was real cheap too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-9214672443977966870?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/9214672443977966870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=9214672443977966870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/9214672443977966870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/9214672443977966870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2009/03/hullo-how-are-you-my-invisible-friends.html' title='Hullo. I felt like writing to you, so...'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-8278454975556504991</id><published>2008-12-25T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:58:26.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone! xxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;I've not been real faithful with my blogs and all, but I'll try me best to do a better job from next year on! A new start, as I might say.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, We've been thr0ugh a lot together, (maybe not) but I just want to say thanks for sticking through, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got two new announcements, so listen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On the twelfth I am having a HUGE dancing live show! EEEEEKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;2. I've just begun another blog dedicated to my literature. Its called the "Small Writer"&lt;br /&gt;tx for reading!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-8278454975556504991?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/8278454975556504991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=8278454975556504991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/8278454975556504991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/8278454975556504991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-6481757105046328312</id><published>2008-10-01T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T04:19:25.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Friends Come Over for Visit!!</title><content type='html'>Ello everyone! this is my latest post which i wrote since i have nothing else to do. Our dear mountain friends, Mikey, DeeDee, and Cathy came down from the mountain to have holy fellowship with us! BLAST, BLAST!!! We went to Big Boy to eat, since it was Mikey's Birthday, and we literally got STUFFED!!!! I mean, i could eat no more! Caffeine coffee was drunk, and the rest of the night we were jumping up and down, acting like the hyper idiots everyone is down inside. Sorry there's no photos, really didn't have time. By the way, I found out two new games, Winker and Mafia. Card games.  They are hillarious. You should try it once.&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, thanks guys for the BLAST, BLAST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-6481757105046328312?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/6481757105046328312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=6481757105046328312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/6481757105046328312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/6481757105046328312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2008/10/mountain-friends-come-over-for-visit.html' title='Mountain Friends Come Over for Visit!!'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-6542424276273405791</id><published>2008-08-23T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T04:04:26.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MS.AMELIA 2!!</title><content type='html'>ok, this is the second chapter of my previous story of 'Ms.Amelia'. the first ones basically about Maple's mom and how she died etc. so she finds this talking, morphing tea towel in her mother's shack, and next thing she knows, theres a bang, and thats where i ended chapter 1. i'm still an amatuer, so pleeeeeze don't laugh! so here goes, 'Ms.Amelia chapter 2'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Chapter 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Is she dead?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Oh course she's not you dimwitted troll! She's just unconscious, thanks to you!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Maple groaned, and lifted a hand gingerly to touch the aching spot on the back of her head. Before she could reach it, she received a hard slap on her hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;OW!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Maple started upright, and found herself gazing into two, beady black eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;ARGH!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;She shouted, and tried to scramble away, but was no longer upright then was pushed back onto the bed with two, firm human hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;No you don't, young lady! You've just had administered a nasty bump on you head, (Here there was a long angry pause.) and you'll be needing to lie down. So tut tut, and stay there!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Maple thought that voice familiar, and twisted her head to look from where it had come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;She gasped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Aunt Evenwrought?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Here, we will have to explain what Maple's only living relative looked like. She greatly differed from Maple. Sleek black hair was pulled back into a tight bun behind her head. Brown, emotionless eyes peered back at you through a thin head, with high cheek bones. She would have looked very handsome, if she didn't always have a absolutely foreboding look on her face, which she had plastered on at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Well, yes. I was wondering if you would recognize me after what happened.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;She gave a nasty look to the creature on her right, and started to furiously dab Maple's forehead with a damp cloth. The creature looked something like a cross breed of a bear  and a dog. He had one bear ear, and one floppy, puppy-like ear. His body was mostly bear-like, except the tail which was long and bushy. It had a permanently puzzled look on its face, and looked quite dumb. It was helplessly grinning at Maple, and when they're eyes met, it started energetically waving its hand, and thumping its tail. Maple thought it looked extremely funny. Aunt Evenwrought scowled, and started biting her lip, and cracking her long, spindly fingers. This was obviously a danger sign, because the being stopped moving almost immediately. Aunt Evenwrought sniffed, and propped Maple up with a few plump pillows. From her advantage point, Maple could see a large crater-like pit in the middle of the house, dust rising around it. Several beings were working around the hole, obviously trying to cover it up with some sort of plastic casing. Aunt Evenwrought cleared her throat, and clapped her leathery hands together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;I believe it is time to introduce ourselves to our young recruit.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;A human voice floated through the thick, angry dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Aw, can't it wait till we're done?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Certainly not! Do you have no manners?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Fortunately not.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;It glumly replied. The bear-dog started jumping up and down, waving its arm wildly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Oh, lets! Please, Beerdon! It'll be ever so rude if we don't!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;A pause in the noise of clashing plastic sustained after this. A human form started forming through the dust. A heavily bearded man, well round in the middle emerged, eying Maple wearily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Okay, okay. Fine. But not for long, mind you. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;At his word, several other creatures emerged from the mist-like dust. The bear-dog clapped its hands together in joy, and raced to the end of the bed where the others had assembled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Well, I guess you already know Blocks, the tea towel.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Aunt Evenwrought began. Blocks curtly nodded his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;And theres Nitty, the Hexagonia. He's the unofficial pilot of our ship, the 'MARSHMELLOW BELOW'.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Whats a Hexa-whatchya-ma-call-it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Don't ask.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;advised Blocks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Then theres Beerdon, the engineer,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Beerdon gave a huff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;And Ryu, your personal trainer and instructor.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;A sleek eyed,  black haired man gave a low bow, never taking his slit like eyes off Maple. He reminded Maple of a very, very cunning dragon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Then there's the medical team, Don and Percy, the twin bath towels.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Two beings greatly resembling Blocks, but quite larger and coarser bowed down, making their small red hats slip down their foreheads. They quickly formed arms, and placed them back onto their respectable places. They seemed to turn even more red then they already were, as they engaged in a quiet, but heated conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;They work with me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Aunt Evenwrought added. She continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;There's our weapons specialist, Amlet, (A blue haired, slim, and very beautiful woman twisted her head to the side in a sort of half nod) and her assistant...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;BUBBLES!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;A rainbow headed, small girl burst forward from behind the wall of tall people that had been surrounding her almost on purpose. Beerdon slapped forehead, and Amlet bit her lip so hard, Maple could almost see blood. Maple could almost see why. Bubble's big, bright, purple eyes were staring into hers before you could say 'what the...'. Maple noticed two, small and rainbow colored wings sprouting out from her back. She was clothed in a ruffled, spotted attire, with laces and bobbles peeking out from different odd places. Bubbles' eyes blinked as fast as hummingbird's wings as she stared up into Maple's face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;I can't believe it! I'm actually staring into Maple Amelia's face! Oh my God! Its her face! Its her actual face!!!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Yes, and if you don't pry yours away from the poor creatures, then you'll be glued together for life. Now stand back in line and get back to work!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Evenwrought scolded, and started leading Bubbles back to where everyone was accumulating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;About time!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Beerdon added gruffly, and swung his shovel over his shoulder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Come on gang! Get a shovel and back to work the lot of you!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Bubbles sighed, as the others started twirling their hands, making shovels appear out of thin air. The Towels started morphing into shovels themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Aw, can't I stay? I can help Eve!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Evenwrought, looking slightly affronted by being called by a nickname, blinked, then took on a look of surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;You help me? I'd rather have Nitty at the motor than you at the bandage! Have you no recollection of the tryouts?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Bubbles twitched her nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Um, I made a few mistakes?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Blocks snorted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;A few?! You knocked over the medical kit, you kicked your patient, you spilled iodine over the  judges! And you wonder if it could get any better, you run out of bandages because you use them to mop up the iodine! It was a disaster! You probably couldn't get any lower points!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Bubbles scrunched up her nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Ya, ya, I guess I was horrible, but I scored good on the weapons thing-y!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Your getting off the picture! Now my answer is no, and I won't change for a million. Now, go help the other adults with the digging.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Okay, okay, Amlet, can you help?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Bubbles stretched out her hand expectantly, and put on a pleading puppy dog face. Amlet, carefully avoiding Bubble's face started strapping on her working gloves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;You can do it yourself, Bubbles. I just taught you the spell yesterday.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Ya, but I forgot. What was the spell again, 'Shovel me please', 'Please me shovel', 'Shovel hand me'?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Bubbles blinked her eyes even faster than she previously did, but seeing that Amlet wasn't helping, turned to Maple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Please Maple, tell Amlet to help, please!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;'No way', thought Maple, but as her eyes gazed into Bubbles' bright purple ones, she felt herself become drowsy, she felt light, almost as if she could fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Maple, Please help me, please!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Bubbles' voice echoed around in her head. Maple couldn't actually tell it was Bubble's voice, but it sounded nice, it sounded demanding, Maple wanted to do everything the voice told her to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Maple, tell Amlet to help me, tell her, now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Maple opened her mouth. She would say it, the voice wanted her to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Amlet, help.....”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;SPLASH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Jolting forward, Maple jumped out of bed, bashed into the shelf, and sat down hard onto the floor. Aunt Evenwrought was putting a vase down, in her other hand she was holding a bunch of flowers. Amlet had put a hand over Bubble's eyes, and with the other was holding her around the middle. Bubbles was struggling like mad, Blocks was screaming like a hyena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;What were you thinking! You're a stupid idiot! You should be ashamed of yourself!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Aunt Evenwrought turned around. She had a slight grin on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Teen Light;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Sorry about that Maple. I guess we have a lot to explain to do.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-6542424276273405791?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/6542424276273405791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=6542424276273405791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/6542424276273405791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/6542424276273405791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2008/08/msamelia-2.html' title='MS.AMELIA 2!!'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-1331941298650228622</id><published>2008-08-14T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T04:20:11.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 'Mrs. Amelia' chapter 1</title><content type='html'>okay, this is the first chapter of my story, 'Mrs. Amelia'. sorry it took so long guyz, it was hard, gruelling work, and took quite a bit of courage to post too. but, seeing as no one does read this blog, i might as well! what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;Ms. Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;Chapter 1: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;It was a cold morning. The wind was blowing viciously, biting at anyone crossing its path. ms. Amelia sat in the kitchen door, stirring her cold tea with a long, spindly finger. She absentmindedly started adding sugar blocks to the brew which was swirling wildly, like a small whirlpool. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;So, Blocks, do you like fencing?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;She asked a damp kitchen towel. She kept on adding sugar blocks to the tea which was hardly stir-able  because of the large amount of sugar blocks that couldn't be dissolved. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;My daughter Maple just won a medal in fencing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;She stopped putting sugar blocks into the cup.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;It was quite grand, actually.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;She glanced down, and watched the sugar blocks diminish slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;Quite grand.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;She added quietly, and gazed glossy-eyed into the cup. After the tea showed no more signs of solids,she stood up, and employed the untouched tea into the sink, watching intently as it swirled down the drain. Her face suddenly contorted as the last drops fell through the net. She staggered back a few steps, and blinked a few times, before putting her hand to her chest. She felt something moist spread through her blouse. She pulled her hand away, watching the scarlet blood drip from her hand onto the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;Just washed yesterday....”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;She muttered, and slumped to the floor. With a shaky hand she reached for the tea towel, but instead of pressing it to her back, she held it at an arms length. With her last ounce of strength,she managed to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;You know what to do.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;She said, then, with a limp hand, threw the towel back onto the table. It suddenly seemed even more droopy as Ms. Amelia gave a gasp, then died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center" lang="ja-JP"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center" lang="ja-JP"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;4 years later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;And Maple Amelia strikes! Ooh, but she misses, and, ah! She gets a blow. Looks like this really isn't her day. Zachariah Mull seems to be enjoying this. Ooh, and Maples down! Nasty cut on her cheek. Thats points down for Mull. But hes got her! Looks like this match is over, folks. And now....”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;The announcers voice faded into the distance as Maple felt rough hands grab her, and pull her up. Mull looked triumphant as he made her shake his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Nasty cut Amelia. Here, let me...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;But she had flicked his hand away and was already pressing a handkerchief to her cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;And if you're sensible, you'll never try to ask me on a date again, Mull.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;He looked mildly amused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Sure thing, Maple. Well,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;He said lazily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Gotta go collect my prize. See ya, then.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;You do that.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;She sniffed, and started walking across the field towards her home. On the way, she encountered a smooth talking reporter, whom she made scurry away with the words, “Buzz off!”, but other than the encountered no more incidents as she walked home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;As she walked through the doorway, which was draped over with a dirty tapestries since the door had come clean off, the room came in sight. Maple hadn't bothered to clean it up after her mother had died. The dirty tea stain around the drain was still there. There was the blood stain, (which she gave a wide berth.) and the dirty tea towel on the dining table. The tea cup remained on the sink side. Dust had started to accumulate on the outer reaches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;She had narrowly avoided getting sent to the orphanage, by pretending that she had went to live with her aunt. Far from it. Her aunt was a grumpy old woman who wouldn't even care if Maple got killed by bandits. She let Maple be, which gave her the liberty to live part time in her mother's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Maple was like this. Short, fiery red hair adorned her high forehead. She had a set jaw, blueish gray eyes, and puckered, red lips. She was tall, and lightly lanky, and had a narrow waist and rolling hips. She was abnormally good at fencing, and had a partly dreamy, partly active attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Arriving home, she pulled out the first aid kit, and placed it carefully besides the tea towel, careful not to disrupt it. Then, pulling out some swabs of cotton, she started gingerly dabbing up the cut. Today she was turning 14. 4 years since her mothers death. She started dabbing the cotton furiously, then stopped altogether to concentrate on not crying. People weren't supposed to live like this. She picked up her fencing gear, and started walking towards her aunts. She would buy herself a cake. Buy presents if it would make her feel any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Oi, you there! Come back here!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Maple stopped abruptly. She slowly turned around, and faced the table from where the noise had come from. She cocked her head, and started walking towards it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Hello?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Yeah, what?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Maple jumped, and froze in her tracks the voice had come from the tea towel. A sudden change had come over it. It had started to twist and turn, and knot itself up, till it looked something like a wooden spoon, with a rather large handle. It had an oval shaped head with a spike off top that looked unusually like hair. It had hollow black eyes, and where the chest would be, was twisted into two, delicate fairy wings. The rest of the body flowed off into a long, dirty and stained dress. It looked slightly annoyed as Maple gaped at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Well, say something!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;When Maple continued to gape, it fluttered its tiny wings, and started to turn a deep, radish red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Fine, then. Don't say anything!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;It said, smoke almost streaming out of its head as it crossed both sides of its dress, and sat down on the edge of the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Maple tiptoed towards it, and poked it in the back. It jerked away, looking slightly affronted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Hey! Thats sensitive!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Maple blinked her eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;S, sorry. Yeah, um, I'll just, um, leave you be, then.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;She backed away, but it quickly floated up, and thinned its eyes out in a loathing manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;No you don't, miss! You're staying right here till the barriers made!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;What barrier....”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;She had begun to say, but the 'tea towel being' had already jutted its finger towards the dirty and splattered window. She took a look. May flowers had started to peek out of the grass in the lawn, and butterflies had started to suck the sweet liquid off the pollen. The bright sun shone mercilessly on the roof of the house, animals were crawling around the forest over to the right. It looked like any other May day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;I really don't see...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Keep looking!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Maple obediently obliged. She inched over to the dust covered window, and peered out the sides. Meanwhile the 'tea towel being' had started to squirm and twist itself again. It finally finished. It had turned into a wrist watch. Its eyes hovered in the air as it peered down onto itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;If everything went as planned, it should be fully installed about now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;It paused as Maple's curious face turned to gaze into its. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Brace yourself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;It muttered, before squirming and knotting, and turning back into a tea towel, which securely knotted itself onto the table leg. Maple got the picture all too late. A large 'BANG' echoed through the house as Maple got thrown back the length of the house. She hit the wall. Everything started going black. She could faintly hear the shrieking voice of the tea towel (At least she thought it was its voice.) scolding an unknown someone. Her eyes fluttered, and then fell limp over her sleeping eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left" lang="ja-JP"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; so thats that. hope you enjoy it, and PLEEEEEEEEEEEZE don't laugh at it?!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-1331941298650228622?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/1331941298650228622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=1331941298650228622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/1331941298650228622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/1331941298650228622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2008/08/story-mrs-amelia-chapter-1.html' title='Story &apos;Mrs. Amelia&apos; chapter 1'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-4965844317689717186</id><published>2008-08-14T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T04:15:04.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTOS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/SKQTna3bDrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oVwnpHxeuSQ/s1600-h/64dc108b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/SKQTna3bDrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oVwnpHxeuSQ/s320/64dc108b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234330234858966706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/SKQTnmKhEcI/AAAAAAAAACE/jxYXij5dDgo/s1600-h/5072fb20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/SKQTnmKhEcI/AAAAAAAAACE/jxYXij5dDgo/s320/5072fb20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234330237891842498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/SKQTnhD1BLI/AAAAAAAAACM/wM85zqwtRtE/s1600-h/151555c9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/SKQTnhD1BLI/AAAAAAAAACM/wM85zqwtRtE/s320/151555c9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234330236521612466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/SKQTn3L2OZI/AAAAAAAAACU/J-da2bBiT68/s1600-h/cb81dddc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/SKQTn3L2OZI/AAAAAAAAACU/J-da2bBiT68/s320/cb81dddc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234330242460826002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/SKQToZCRk8I/AAAAAAAAACc/gwFqqiholPY/s1600-h/18ce9161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/SKQToZCRk8I/AAAAAAAAACc/gwFqqiholPY/s320/18ce9161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234330251547481026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today is the day that i finally have time to finally post my Imamuragumi pictures from Sapporo Hokaido Japan! Ok, i promise that i'll write when something fun happens all the time.... even thought no one DOES check it out. wonder when someone will have the brain to check this out!!! erucka!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-4965844317689717186?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/4965844317689717186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=4965844317689717186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/4965844317689717186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/4965844317689717186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2008/08/photos.html' title='PHOTOS!!!!'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/SKQTna3bDrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oVwnpHxeuSQ/s72-c/64dc108b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-8615975828692122200</id><published>2008-06-14T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:23:34.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KANSAI KYOTO IMAMURAGUMI (Sorry for not writing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ok, so I haven't been writing for along time, but thats 'cause it was so crazy! Well, for one, I joined this Japenese Yosakoi dance group called Kansai Kyoto Imamuragumi. Its really cool! Well, from the 6th to the 9th we went to Sapporo japan for this competition, and oh my god, it was cool! We didn't make it into the finals, not even the semis, but give us a break! There was like, 350 teams competing! And we had gotten into the 30s. Not bad. Anyway, if you want to know more, jus' Google 今村組(Imamuragumi) and know more! Cool? Ok, so forgive me, k? Alright. bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-8615975828692122200?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/8615975828692122200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=8615975828692122200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/8615975828692122200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/8615975828692122200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2008/06/kansai-kyoto-imamuragumi-sorry-for-not.html' title='KANSAI KYOTO IMAMURAGUMI (Sorry for not writing)'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-1912943554783491498</id><published>2008-03-15T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:27:40.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Their taking the Hobbits to Isengard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi guys! I got this clip from a friend. Something like a spoof of  Lord of the  Rings.  Enjoy!&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-394e35cc4ca8ef1e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D394e35cc4ca8ef1e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331619146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A182325C88901995F74493774BDFC6713F6AA86.6AB0B8A635796C5701C7D10806E76EA6D03C43C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D394e35cc4ca8ef1e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB0iXo9xsN6UpAsb5jbcTEXuXNdk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D394e35cc4ca8ef1e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331619146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A182325C88901995F74493774BDFC6713F6AA86.6AB0B8A635796C5701C7D10806E76EA6D03C43C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D394e35cc4ca8ef1e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB0iXo9xsN6UpAsb5jbcTEXuXNdk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-1912943554783491498?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=394e35cc4ca8ef1e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/1912943554783491498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=1912943554783491498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/1912943554783491498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/1912943554783491498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2008/03/their-taking-hobbits-to-isengard.html' title='Their taking the Hobbits to Isengard!'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-4907900789398540026</id><published>2008-03-15T04:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T04:16:46.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brothers House...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/R9utp0cO3YI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S7mLpROX4-I/s1600-h/My+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/R9utp0cO3YI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S7mLpROX4-I/s320/My+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177923130555817346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this might look like a great tourist attraction from the movie "Swiss Family Robinson",  but in reality, this is my brothers house! Ok, maybe its more like a tree house or shack of some kind, but no fear, this is a real house that my real brother was living in till a short while ago! (We owe this to the fact that my brother lives in Mexico.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-4907900789398540026?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/4907900789398540026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=4907900789398540026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/4907900789398540026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/4907900789398540026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-so-this-might-look-like-great.html' title='My Brothers House...'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/R9utp0cO3YI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S7mLpROX4-I/s72-c/My+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289010326716364175.post-5419833388804091189</id><published>2008-03-15T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T04:44:29.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Add</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/R90IEUcO3aI/AAAAAAAAABM/1QL_0zGfwSA/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/R90IEUcO3aI/AAAAAAAAABM/1QL_0zGfwSA/s320/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178304016845561250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Hello everyone! This is my first add here, and I'm determined to make it good. Now, I'm sorta queasy about writing the story that I promised you, since my writing skill has just started to bud. But, hopefully, I will make up my mind to write it, and hopefully, you can laugh over it! Anyway, please read it, and if you do, I hope that I'll be capable of producing something that you can safely read. Ehehehehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289010326716364175-5419833388804091189?l=aztecgold511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/feeds/5419833388804091189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5289010326716364175&amp;postID=5419833388804091189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/5419833388804091189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289010326716364175/posts/default/5419833388804091189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aztecgold511.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-add.html' title='The First Add'/><author><name>Anita Kemp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/TSwdVde2cZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UZiV9T4QGsg/S220/99_red_sparkle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eB4E9mWLGiM/R90IEUcO3aI/AAAAAAAAABM/1QL_0zGfwSA/s72-c/DSC00132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
