<?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-32546287</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:37:26.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unique Compositions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unique-writtings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32546287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-writtings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Uniquely_Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430704826693578619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32546287.post-115650971222378751</id><published>2006-08-25T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T05:41:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</title><content type='html'>Night was gathering over the shapeless land before them. The stars grew thick and bright, twinkling in the night sky. Beneath the silvery moon, the distant owl hooted hauntingly, the silhouettes of the branches resembled ghostly limbs. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          Recalling how the main character in the movie fought the bad villains she just watched, Carol was walking home from the cinema. She could not forget how Mr. Kaya, the main character in the movie, dodged the bullets and took an accurate shot at the leader of a Most Wanted criminal.... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          Just when Carol was approaching her block of flats, she had a strangest feeling that she was being followed. She acted normal, looked back when she thought that it was time, but to no avail. Her heart started to beat faster. She rolled her eyeballs from side to the other side, trying to spot the follower. Not finding that follower, she got even more frightened. She ran on her top speed, wishing she could teleport into her house, but she got hauled. Before she knew what happened, Carol felt her head hit by something hard and she blacked out. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          She woke up, only to find herself in a filthy locked room with no light except a dim light bulb above. There, in the darkness, two other girls and a boy were also there. They were also victims. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          Carol had a chat with them, getting to know each other. They told Carol that from what they overheard, Mr. Naga was a Most Wanted criminal who the police have been searching since five years ago, 1987. For all these while, he had been kidnapping children to sell overseas. This time, the victims were going to be slaves in India. Carol quaked as she listened to them. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          After hours of talking, it was time for their breakfast. That was one of the only times that they could experience light. Days went on like this, three meals a day, two toilets, no freedom. They were simply bored to death. For Carol, she shed tears every night, recalling those good times that she had with her mother every night as her mother would always read bedtime stories to her before she went snoring. She just couldn’t stand living in the room without any fans or air-conditioner. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          One night, she had a sudden thought of a brilliant plan of escaping. Everyone agreed that her plan was the best, but they were all lack of speed. So, to improve on their speed, they will exercise as much as they can run in the room. Another few days passed like breeze blowing past, they could run as fast as one round in their room in 10 seconds. They decided to sneak out at night. They sat there waiting for the guard to come with their ‘food’. By dinner time, the victims were all full of energy. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          The door creaked open, the guard stepped in. Carol went in front of the guard, “Thank you for the food, sir.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          “Bang !” the food-face guard stood there, confused. One of the victims, Mary, filched the handphone that was dangling near the tip of the guard’s pants. Mary dialed the police while escaping. Fortunately, when Mr. Naga and the guard cornered Carol and the other victims, the police force from the police station about a couple of kilometers away from the abandoned warehouse where the victims were locked arrived. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          The shock-stricken Carol nearly fainted when two of the eight policemen were shot down by the ex sniper guard hiding in the tall grasses. Mr. Naga took out two pistols, one from each pocket. He shot maniacally. The victims ducked down. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          “Since we could not sell you, we shall sell your organs...” sniggered Mr. Naga, pointing his guns at Carol. It was the battle of life or death, she gritted her teeth and dashed to the direction where the police came. Mr. Naga then took a shot... “Arghh!” he died on the spot with his body painted red and a hole on his chest. Carol was so lucky as she tripped on the corpse of a policeman and fell, missing Mr. Naga’s shot. Reversing the situation, she somehow triggered the gun on the policeman’s hand, which shot accurately in the middle of Mr. Naga’s heart. His accomplice ‘guard’ surrendered.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          Carol had the worst indescribable feelings of terror, panic and fright. She unluckily had to stay in the hospital due to her severe trauma from that incident. So sad she had no chance to see the newspapers headlines for the next few days... ‘Unlucky Girl Killed Most Wanted’, ‘Speed Killed Tiger’, and ‘Speed Could Save Your Live’... and the best, ‘Need For Speed (Most Wanted)’&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32546287-115650971222378751?l=unique-writtings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unique-writtings.blogspot.com/feeds/115650971222378751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32546287&amp;postID=115650971222378751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32546287/posts/default/115650971222378751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32546287/posts/default/115650971222378751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-writtings.blogspot.com/2006/08/need-for-speed-most-wanted.html' title='Need For Speed (Most Wanted)'/><author><name>Uniquely_Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430704826693578619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32546287.post-115527119915455740</id><published>2006-08-10T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:40:15.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil May Cry</title><content type='html'>Ringing bells was heard, the pupils of Sokushu Secondary were &lt;br/&gt;hastening like a pack of hooligans to go home. It had been a tiring day for &lt;br/&gt;Lily and friends, which was playing netball. The afternoon sun shone &lt;br/&gt;blistering in the sky, the birds were hiding in their nest, the busy bees and &lt;br/&gt;ants were also stopping for work because of the killing weather. Almost all &lt;br/&gt;the animals and pest in the garden disappeared to nowhere. The poor sweet &lt;br/&gt;girls were perspiring heavily while playing, so they decided to have a can of &lt;br/&gt;soda, they sent Lily to buy the drinks. But when she turned into the isolated &lt;br/&gt;shortcut which was unlikely anyone passed by, she heard voices……&lt;br/&gt;              &lt;br/&gt;“You lost! That makes twenty-five dollars, pay me before Friday!”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;               “Brother, calm down, take it easy, continue…”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;              It was a group of boys from Sokushu Secondary gathering around a &lt;br/&gt;mat. Out of curiosity, she tiptoes over to peak at what the boys were doing. &lt;br/&gt;She was stunned beyond words and accidentally let out a gasp when she saw &lt;br/&gt;money in front of a deck of cards. Immediately she knows that they were &lt;br/&gt;gambling. The boys were too engrossed in the gambling that they did not &lt;br/&gt;even see Lily sneaking pass them. Unfortunately, a big muscular boy, &lt;br/&gt;munching on a pizza was blocking her way. “He…he…, so you found us &lt;br/&gt;gambling, but I don’t think you can escape this easily……” the said in a &lt;br/&gt;vicious voice. He threatened her and forced her to play with them and be the &lt;br/&gt;new member of the ‘Devil Never Cry’ gang. So it turned out that she had no &lt;br/&gt;choice but to follow their instructions. Her friends went home as they were &lt;br/&gt;impatient to wait for Lily.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;              Days had gone like a speeding rocket, the frightened feeling of Lily &lt;br/&gt;was preventing her to tell the discipline master about the gambling subject. &lt;br/&gt;But the matter just keeps getting heavier and heavier on her mind. It was on &lt;br/&gt;a particular recess that Lily made a decision to tell the discipline about the &lt;br/&gt;gambling gang. She could see the fire in the discipline master’s eyes, he &lt;br/&gt;banged his table and ordered to call upon the boys. She recognized some of &lt;br/&gt;them, and knows some of their names. It took a few days to trace the gang, &lt;br/&gt;but it was just too hard to find all of them, especially the leader which called &lt;br/&gt;him ‘King Devil’. No one dares to mention his real name, but luckily, the &lt;br/&gt;smart Lily took out a drawing block at the assembly hall, she draw the &lt;br/&gt;appearance of the ‘King Devil’ on the spot. Although her drawing is not that &lt;br/&gt;nice, there is only one person in the whole school that looked something like &lt;br/&gt;the drawing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;             The leader was a class monitor. It was found out that he threatened &lt;br/&gt;one pupil by one pupil, until they all got addicted to gambling, so the group &lt;br/&gt;gets bigger and bigger until it reached over 20 members. The discipline &lt;br/&gt;master called his parents and all the parents of the gambling-addicts to watch &lt;br/&gt;their children more carefully. It was not too late to stop the habit, but if it did &lt;br/&gt;not stop it, the case may get serious as they may start to take drugs or &lt;br/&gt;alcohols.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;             The pupils had to do school service for a month and they had to be &lt;br/&gt;canned. The painful strokes made the boys cry buckets. So it turned out that &lt;br/&gt;‘Devil May Cry’ also……&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32546287-115527119915455740?l=unique-writtings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unique-writtings.blogspot.com/feeds/115527119915455740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32546287&amp;postID=115527119915455740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32546287/posts/default/115527119915455740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32546287/posts/default/115527119915455740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-writtings.blogspot.com/2006/08/devil-may-cry.html' title='Devil May Cry'/><author><name>Uniquely_Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430704826693578619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32546287.post-115526942246681053</id><published>2006-08-10T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:06:04.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Appreciated</title><content type='html'>Hi all, as I am a newbie to blogging, please guide me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32546287-115526942246681053?l=unique-writtings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unique-writtings.blogspot.com/feeds/115526942246681053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32546287&amp;postID=115526942246681053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32546287/posts/default/115526942246681053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32546287/posts/default/115526942246681053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-writtings.blogspot.com/2006/08/help-appreciated.html' title='Help Appreciated'/><author><name>Uniquely_Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430704826693578619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
