<?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-6075778847375151</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:04:24.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so like that?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075778847375151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I DUNNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01726553722060246576</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075778847375151.post-4762681582598850959</id><published>2009-06-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:50:26.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST TASK!!!</title><content type='html'>Describe a lesson in school from the POV of the marker the teacher uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark. I can hear the voices of excitement from children as he stepped in the class. Then, it was silent. As the bell rang, the student greeted him. Without wasting any second, he began his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked me up from his pencil case and my cover was removed. The smell of my ink filled the air. I really do not like the way I smell. Why my creators gave me a smell that many dislikes? However, I hope that I am useful to anyone who uses me. Espiecially when they spent money on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bagan to write the objectives of todays lesson on the whiteboard. I really do not like the feeling when I was pressed hard on the whiteboard. Why must they be so rough? You will still get the ink no matter how hard you press. I am surprised at the lesson objectives today. It is long and complaints from the lazy students began as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was usual and began how the taecher planned. The bell rang, signalling the beginning of recess. The students get off their seats to have their luch. As for me, it is my break time too. The teacher picked up the cover from the table and close me. Finally, its over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075778847375151-4762681582598850959?l=darkazuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4762681582598850959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-task.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075778847375151/posts/default/4762681582598850959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075778847375151/posts/default/4762681582598850959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-task.html' title='LAST TASK!!!'/><author><name>I DUNNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01726553722060246576</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-6075778847375151.post-332571391755386887</id><published>2009-06-15T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:22:24.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a eldest sibling</title><content type='html'>I was sitting comfortably at the brand new sofa dad had brought. I wanted to empty my thoughts of all things. Today has been a tiring day for me. School puts the stress on me the most. I messaged my temples when suddenly, my mom called out my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to fetch my brother from school as usual. He is only five years old. I cannot expect him to go home by himself. So, I unlock the gate and on I go to fetch him. I always wonder, why my mum like to choose me to do this and that. My sister was always at home doing nothing. Why not pick her? I arrive at the school gate only to find out that my baby brother was down with high fever. He look pale and his temperature was over 38 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to carry him home. When I arrive, my mom quickly prepared medicine and a wet cloth. I was worried for him. My mum said not to worry about it much. While she aid my brother, I help out on the chores she does. Mop, sweep, take out the trash and prepare the food for dinner. Being the eldest means you have to take care of your siblings and also show a good example to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my parents are already off to work. So me and my sister are to take care of our brother. I had to feed him porridge and give him his medicine. It i s a very difficult task espiecially when he keeps on crying. I also have to dry the clothes and mop the floor. The only time where there is peace is when he is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents got home, they reward us with pizzas. I think I did a good job as being a brother of two siblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075778847375151-332571391755386887?l=darkazuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/feeds/332571391755386887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/2009/06/confessions-of-eldest-sibling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075778847375151/posts/default/332571391755386887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075778847375151/posts/default/332571391755386887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/2009/06/confessions-of-eldest-sibling.html' title='Confessions of a eldest sibling'/><author><name>I DUNNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01726553722060246576</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-6075778847375151.post-2216630071563354732</id><published>2009-06-14T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:58:54.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>show and tell</title><content type='html'>The girls were excited as they waited for their results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was like a wave of excitement at the hall and through my body. Suddenly, there was silence. Most of the girls said their prayers silently before the results is announced. They only bothered about their results which they are going to receive. We tried to calm down and relax, think of only the positives. As seconds tick by, all eyes are on the priciple, which is going to commence the start of giving out the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat heart-broken on her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marianne looked outside the window. Tears began to wet her eyes and flow down to her cheeks. She could not grasp to what had just happen. She recalled her past memories with him. All the happy days and sad ones she spent with him. After 35 years of happy marriage with him god called him to paradise. She looked at the pictures of them together with their 4 children beside her bed. She began crying in disbelief that dear David was not with her to console her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075778847375151-2216630071563354732?l=darkazuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2216630071563354732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/2009/06/show-and-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075778847375151/posts/default/2216630071563354732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075778847375151/posts/default/2216630071563354732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/2009/06/show-and-tell.html' title='show and tell'/><author><name>I DUNNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01726553722060246576</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-6075778847375151.post-7569821709169783924</id><published>2009-06-14T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:33:55.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task1a : Day at club, eternity in heaven</title><content type='html'>I am feeling tired. In fact, I should be in bed my now. I glanced at the clock. I have been studying all night trying to compress information on the new topic on biology. Being in university is stressful. I should pursue a diploma instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I have fallen asleep when I am studying. I picked myself up, doing a bit of strecthing and push-ups.It has been a daily routine for me in the morning. I bath and eat breakfast then I am off to another usual day of studying. My best friend, Max, is driving me to university. As soon as I got into his car, I let out a wide yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Studying again?"Max questioned me. That is what he does when I do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. All night,"I answered as I relaxed myself in the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, do you want to follow me later at night? Me and my pals are going to a cool place," He questioned me again giving me a thought about it."Yeah, I will join you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what is this 'cool place' he mentioned about. Arriving at my destination, I rushed to the lecture hall. As I stepped inside, everyone was on their respective seats. I sat down and breathe in and out, clearing my mind of all thoughts. Professor is going to give us a test on yesterday's topic. I look at the clock. Six more hours until I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school ended, I cabbed a taxi back home. Doing the usual routine of bathing. I am getting ready to go out when Max had already arrived. Surprisingly he is early than usual. Maybe he is excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cool place is at the new club that has just open. Have you not figured it out?"Max was very excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is the place?The 'cool' place"I said"Maybe that is a good idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today I could enjoy myself a little. Get a few things of my mind today. He picked up his friends along the way. All of them are so excited. It is like the first time they went to such a place. Like me. As soon as we got in,dance music is being played, people starts dancing and drinking. I just want to relax and have some fun. I ordered a drink the whole thing. Then someone buy for me another bottle of beer. My vision suddenly blurred. My mind became totally blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I was in the dance floor, dancing my heart out. I fell so energetic. My vision blurred again. My body is spinning out of control. I called out Max name. I was losing consciousness. Max rushed to my aid. I hear something about my drink being spiked. I realized I could not move my body. Everything went dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon wake up in a white room. Completely white with no one. Am I in heaven?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075778847375151-7569821709169783924?l=darkazuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7569821709169783924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/2009/06/task1a-day-at-club-eternity-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075778847375151/posts/default/7569821709169783924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075778847375151/posts/default/7569821709169783924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/2009/06/task1a-day-at-club-eternity-in-heaven.html' title='Task1a : Day at club, eternity in heaven'/><author><name>I DUNNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01726553722060246576</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-6075778847375151.post-4348055426065673460</id><published>2009-06-01T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:38:09.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its only going to be awhile</title><content type='html'>Will be away for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC Specialist Course. 2 June to 5 June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   By the Way, My birthday is on 4th June. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridzuan 09, Peace Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075778847375151-4348055426065673460?l=darkazuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4348055426065673460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-only-going-to-be-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075778847375151/posts/default/4348055426065673460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075778847375151/posts/default/4348055426065673460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkazuko.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-only-going-to-be-awhile.html' title='Its only going to be awhile'/><author><name>I DUNNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01726553722060246576</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-6075778847375151.post-8068093475558847362</id><published>2009-05-28T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:33:45.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Welcome to my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 32 mins, 45 seconds, going to the toilet one time, watch tv for 1min, listening to Led-Zeppelin,                MY BLOG IS COMPLETE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jyeah. 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