<?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-2972546931488690456</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:58:08.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyro's on Earth</title><subtitle type='html'>First of all, this blog is dedicated to my English teacher, Ma'am Ing. This is actually a school project but I find it quite fun to write a blog. I might continue writing even if the project has been ended. Oh, and this blog will contain so many things about Dynasty Warriors! If you're confused why my template is FIRE, you can simply read the blog title. PYRO'S ON EARTH. Yes, that's what I am. I'm a pyromaniac and I love FIRE!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pyromaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360977275351929216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8DNQJ09pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3E2mG4bPAQ/S220/fireluxun.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972546931488690456.post-7562582725647583485</id><published>2009-02-20T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T05:30:38.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DETECTIVE STORY JUST FOR MA'AM ING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Akhirnya kagak sempat juga menyelesaikan profil, ternyata sudah keburu dead-line (alias sudah harus ngumpulin tugas bahasa Inggirnya ma'am Ing). Ya detective story itu! Waduh...  11 ribu kata. Maknyus... Tapi yah... namanya juga hobi nulis... mau gimana lagi, donk?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BTW, emang boleh pake bahasa Indonesia? Oke2... inggris deh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Alright, here's... Pyro. Hello, everybody! And, most importantly Ma'am Ing. This is my detective story. Nothing more to say. Oh! And another important thing! Disclaimer: I own nobody. All character belongs to KOEI - Dynasty Warriors, and the story itself is not 100% my work. Syah helped me a lot! Oh, and if you want to know  how they looks like (I mean the character), look by yourself. I've posted once and I'm not going to post about Dynasty Warriors' characters. Right. Welcome to Pyro's detective story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I a Good Actress?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;4.03 p.m.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;SLAM!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Who the hell he thinks he is?!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning paced fast passing the many clerks and workers as fast as his feet allowed him to, not after an alluring woman’s voice called him from behind. “Hey, Gan Ning.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Hearing that familiar voice, Gan Ning turned around to find the wife of the man he was mad at was standing behind him. She walked over him elegantly. Her delicateness and elegance was what made him blinking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Shang Xiang! What a surprise!” He greeted casually, trying to hide his admiration toward her outward look.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gan Ning.” She placed her hand on his shoulder. “Well, I’m sorry for what Liu Bei has done…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Nah, that’s okay.” He answered nonchalantly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Her smile faded slightly, but quickly reappeared as she changed the subject. She started into his eyes deeply. “Aren’t there any words that you want to say after this long 3 years?” She asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Well… ummm…” He scratched the back of his head, suddenly forgetting the argument he had had before. After taking the second look at her, he finally nodded, much to Shang Xiang’s joy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I know you would.” She entwined his arms. He twitched a bit but decided to shrug it off of his mind,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;4.41 p.m.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The two were now sitting facing to each other. In front of them was two glasses of drink. The silence consumed them at first but Shang Xiang decided to break it. “So, Gan Ning, what did Liu Bei say?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Well…” The angered expression was still visible. “I don’t want to sell this to him, even if he pays me twice.” He showed her a gun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Another new gun?” She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t know why you enjoy collecting gun the same query come to Liu Bei too.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Suddenly, Shang Xiang’s cell phone rang. She quickly answered it. Gan Ning could listen her barely. “Who?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Liu Bei.” She answered after putting back her cell phone to her clutch bag. “He said he would come home late.” She sighed. “He works overtime again. Why is being director of a company always busy? I though he could just simply ordering around.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning laughed. “Of course it’s not like that!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;His laughter quickly stopped when he felt a hand was placed on top of his. When he looked at the woman in front of him, he saw her lowering her head. She then spoke with an alluring tone. “Gan Ning, you know, since that time we broke up, I’m so long to see you again. Do you still love me?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;He gazed at her emerald eyes. “Well, of course yes. My love to you won’t change, Shang Xiang.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She gave him the sweetest smile which made his heart fluttering. “Tonight, my husband isn’t home, and I have dismissed my maids for this one night…” She grabbed his hand tighter. “…I’m inviting you to…” She paused a bit. “…well, I think the rest will speak for itself.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning was shocked at her offering, but he couldn’t refuse it. It was so tempting and besides, he was actually in love with this married woman! Being a third person of a married couple is something hard, but it was worth the pleasure. Pondering for a quite long time, Gan Ning drew his lips closer to her ears. “I’d love to…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;10.34 p.m.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Have a drink. I know you’re thirsty.” Shang Xiang poured two glass of vodka. She handed one to Gan Ning. “This is fresh and new. I’m sure you’d like it.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;He took the fragile glass as gentle as he could before drinking it. The wine was so strong and nice that it quickly made him half drunken. After some glasses of wine, he gazed at her with slightly lustful eyes. He snickered. “Shang Xiang, you’re a really dangerous woman. Liu Bei should fear you, actually.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She grinned slyly. “If I’m that dangerous, why do you love me, then?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning’s laughter grew louder. “You’re like a drugs, Shang Xiang. Everyone knows you’re dangerous but can’t resist you.” Somehow, Gan Ning felt his eyelids were so heavy. “Eh, I’m so sleepy. Can we just do it now?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Shang Xiang placed a finger in front of her lips. “Just a little bit, Gan Ning. I will have a bath first. Let this be a perfect night.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;11.32 p.m.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Shang Xiang walked over the sleeping man. She started at him for a quite long time before waking him by kissing his lips. Awakened from his sleep, Gan Ning shot his eyes to open, only to find Shang Xiang had stood in front of him. She was wearing a tight-fitting black-colored sleeping gown. What made Gan Ning staring at her even more intensively was how she moved in a bit revealing manner. He was drunk, and when he saw a lovely beautiful woman standing in front of him, he couldn’t resist the temptation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Well, enough staring at me?” She asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning quickly turned away, embarrassed after found staring at her. However, she placed a hand and touched his face gently. “Come on, do you like making me waiting?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Without waiting for any answer, she led him to the main bedroom. The rose’s scent that filled the room was strong. Without waiting for more time, they lied on the bed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hey, why’s with that clock?” He pointed a big old-clock on the corner of the room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oh, that?” She took a short glance at the said thing. “It’s not working anymore. Don’t be confused.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Not bothering about the old clock, the two were finally having their time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;4.38 a.m.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hey, wake up!” Shang Xiang patted Gan Ning’s back lightly. “Liu Bei will be here soon after.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning groaned. “Already?” He now got up from the bed and let out a loud yawn. “Lame, I have a feeling that I’ve just sleeping only for a short time.” He rubbed his head. Certainly he was having a painful hangover.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She giggled. “Well, that’s what a man always says after having a night with a woman.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Not long after, Gan Ning had already dressed. Shang Xiang led him to the entrance and gave him a goodbye kiss. Before he turned around, she placed both hands on his shoulder. He returned the embrace and the woman buried her head to his chest. “Gan Ning… do me a favor, will you?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Anything, my love.” He smiled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She was pleading. “Would you sell your gun to Liu Bei?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;At this, Gan Ning backed away and frowned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She didn’t give up though. “Please… and moreover… you have receive the &lt;i style=""&gt;payment&lt;/i&gt;, don’t you?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;He looked at her for a long time. The two were quiet until Gan Ning finally nodded. “Okay, I will be there at 8.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong yawned for an umpteen time. He was bored. Utterly, absolutely, insanely, bored. Working as a forensic science wasn’t as fun as he thought. Okay, sometimes he was involved in many cases. However, there weren’t anything happening.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;He took a look at the clock. 8 a.m. Sighing again, he rested his head on his hands.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Perhaps his prayer was answered. Soon after, suddenly, well, too sudden actually, a man barged into the office. It was the head police, Inspector Lu Meng. On his hand was a phone and before Ling Tong realized what had happened, Lu Meng had already shouted with his thunderous voice. “Ling Tong! Ready your preparation! Another suicide and we’re going to investigate it.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Not long after, Ling Tong was running fast as if he was being chased by a ghost or something like that. Fortunately, he didn’t make his superior waited long enough for him. He considered himself lucky.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ling Tong, a police has to be prepared anytime.” Lu Meng stated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Yes, sir.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Some moments later, the forensic science found himself was standing in a crowd. He break through the crowd and his eyes saw a view that no one would want to see. A man was lying motionlessly on the floor. The dead body was pale and lifeless. Beside him knelt a woman. She was crying, weeping over his husband’s death. Ling Tong still didn’t know what to do when a hand patted his back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hey, Ling Tong.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong turned around. “Oh, Gan Ning. What has happened?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Forlorn was written all over Gan Ning’s face. “I found his death body this morning.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“You know there people?” Ling Tong asked, referring to Liu Bei and Shang Xiang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning nodded. “Yeah, they both are old friends of mine.” He let out a deep sigh. “I can’t believe this. Liu Bei killed himself. Just yesterday I’m talking with him. Had I know that that was the last time I saw him, I would certainly have given him my gun.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong was a good friend of Gan Ning. He too, knew that Gan Ning was a gun collector. That must be something about gun business. Some days ago, Gan Ning had showed him his new gun. Well, perhaps someone had intended to buy that new gun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“So, he committed suicide?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;A quick answer. “HE WOULDN’T DO THAT!” Everyone’s eyes were shot to the speaker, who turned out to be Shang Xiang. This time she said softer, although her voice was barely audible due to her sobbing. “Why should Liu Bei kill himself? He is in a good financial condition, his business goes smoothly… why should he kill himself?!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong knew this was his time to investigate. Gan Ning calmed Shang Xiang down and led her exited the room. Soon, with the help of Lu Meng, only the two polices were there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Do you think this is a suicide?” Asked Lu Meng.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I don’t know, sir.” Ling Tong shook his head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Look at the gun.” Lu Meng showed a gun that was on Liu Bei’s grip. “This gun is quite good. But still, I don’t think this gun would make no sign of blood.” It was true. The blood wasn’t spurted. The bullet was buried deep inside the death body’s temple. However, the floor was clean. “I don’t think a gun like this could make no speck of blood like this.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Suddenly, it dawned to Ling Tong who the murderer was. Gan Ning once told him that the gun he had would leave any hint of blood after killing. Still disbelieved, Ling Tong did a little operation to get the bullet. When he examined it, he knew Gan Ning was the murderer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“That stupid, good-for-nothing bro…” Lu Xun sighed in exasperation as he took a look from his watched for umpteen time. Tapping his foot, he cursed his brother inwardly. “Where the heck are you now?! The door is locked and I can’t get in!” And now, the only thing he wanted to do is to beat his brother, kill him, and burn him to death. He had been waiting outside the door like a dog in front of its master’s house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;As Lu Xun couldn’t contain his impatience anymore, he took his cell phone and dialed his brother’s. Not long after, his call was answered and he was quick to complain. “Hey, bro! Where are you?! I’m locked outside the house and you have the key with you!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;No answer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun frowned in curiosity. “Bro? Hey, bro?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Lu Xun?” Finally he heard his brother’s voice. “Come here, Lu Xun. Quick!” At hearing his brother’s terrified voice, he knew something was not right. Something was happening.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Bro, tell me what happen.” Lu Xun tried to sound calm but he failed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;A shout as a reply. It was obvious that he was at the end of tether now. “I DON’T NEED YOU TO ASK SO MANY THINGS! JUST COME TO ‘&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;CHENGDU&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’ STREET QUICKLY! ‘SHU FACTORY’ BUILDING! DIRECTOR’S ROOM!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Bro, pull yourself together!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Lu Xun, you won’t believe this. Gan Ning…” His brother trailed off his word.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun stunned on where he stood. Did he say Gan Ning? What had he done? If there was anything related to his brother or him, it must be about crime. When his brother say something about crime, could that mean… Gan Ning had committed crime?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“What’s wrong with Gan Ning, bro! Answer me!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“He…” the voice from the phone was now barely audible. “…has committed homicide.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“WHAT?!” As soon as he digested the words, the call was already dropped. As Lu Xun put the cell phone back to his trousers pocket, he knew what to do. Get to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Chengdu&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; street!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ling Tong! What have you just said?!” Lu Meng grabbed Ling Tong’s shoulders roughly. “Who’s that?!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong quickly dropped the call in spite of his younger brother’s shout for the last time. He was flabbergasted at first as he didn’t know how to answer his superior. “No, nothing, sir. I absolutely find nothing. This is perhaps…” The forensic scientist didn’t know how whether to lie to defend his friend or to tell the truth to the head police. “…a suicide.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Meng narrowed his eyes as Ling Tong swallowed hard. For this time being, perhaps he could convince his superior that this was a plain suicide before finding another evidence to prove his friend’s innocence. If he was to tell the truth, Gan Ning would be in trouble and he didn’t want that. Once again, Ling Tong knelt beside the dead body of Liu Bei. “He shot himself using this gun...” He raised the weapon that lied beside the motionless body of Liu Bei. “…at 5 a.m…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;To his surprise, the superior cut him off. “No, Ling Tong. Tell me the truth.” He then picked a small plastic pocket with a bloodied small bullet there. “That lady’s right. Her husband would never kill himself. This is a homicide.” Ling Tong was ready to protest but he continued. “And this bullet isn’t suit with that gun. The one and only gun that suit this bullet is…” He trailed off his words. “…the one that owned by your friend, Gan Ning.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun ran past the corridor. He could see some workers, with a terrified expression, whispering to each other, must be about the murder and the police sudden arrival. Fortunately, Lu Xun wasn’t one of the police. His brother, though, was one of them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Excuse me, sir. Could you show me the way to the director office room?” Asked Lu Xun to a bystander there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The nameless employee frowned a bit before answering. “It’s on the highest floor. Anyway, you’re…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“A reporter.” He answered nonchalantly, speaking the only thing that was on his mind now. As soon as he received the answer, he left the dumbfounded man there. Was there any reporter without a camera? No journal?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;When the lift door opened and he was on the top floor, Lu Xun quickly surveyed his surrounding to find the said room. However, his eyes caught a sight of a young woman that was weeping. Beside her was someone Lu Xun knew very well. He quickly ran over them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gan Ning!” Lu Xun called, catching the attention of the two figures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning waved his hand, but he didn’t look as cheerful as usual. “Hey, Xun-boy.” He replied the greetings half-heartedly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The young lady forced a sad smile and looked at the newcomer, then to Gan Ning. “Your friend?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The older man nodded. “Yeah, Ling Tong’s little brother. Lu Xun, this is my old friend…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun tilted his head to one side as the lady extended her arm elegantly. From her demeanor, Lu Xun knew that this woman in front of him was no ordinary woman. “My name is Sun Shang Xiang.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;He too, extended his arm and shook hands with her. “Lu Xun.” He answered simply. Something was wrong with this woman. What was happening actually? Why was this woman crying? And if she was really a ‘someone’, why didn’t she mention her every status?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning patted Lu Xun’s shoulder. “Lil’ buddy, what’re you doing here?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun scratched his head, hesitant to answer. “Well, brother Ling Tong told me to come here as soon as possible.” He then examined his older friend’s expression. There were no sign of worry or concern. Didn’t he know that he was a suspect? “Tell me, Gan Ning, what’s happening?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“You see…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Out of a sudden, a loud yell was heard from the director’s room. “I SWEAR I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;It was Ling Tong’s voice. The three pairs of eyes were shot to the very room’s door. Before Gan Ning and Shang Xiang started to run, Lu Xun had already run past them. “None of you should enter while the police are investigating!” He commanded and the two stopped their pace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Who’s that boy?” Asked Shang Xiang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Well…” Gan Ning got back to his seat. “…He sometimes likes to play detective, but he’s a real boy genius. He is a big help to the police.” He then looked at Shang Xiang, smiling sincerely. “I hope he can find the murderer. Right, Shang Xiang?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Shang Xiang returned the smile. “I hope so.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I SWEAR I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Lower your voice, Ling Tong.” Lu Meng growled. “You know that hiding the truth and protect the guilty, even if he is your friend, could be considered as crime.” The inspector played with the plastic-warped bullet while his free hand took the gun from Ling Tong’s hand and examined it carefully. “This case is over.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“B-but!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The door slammed open and someone barged in, much to Ling Tong’s surprise and joy. “Lu Xun!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ah!” Lu Xun panted heavily and his eyes widened in surprise when his eyes caught a macabre view of a pale dead body lying on the ground. Looked like the victim was shot on the temple but there was only a little droplet of blood. He then eyed his older brother. “Bro, what’s happening?” He tried to sound calm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong opened his mouth to answer but Lu Meng had told him first. “Nothing to be worried, Lu Xun. We have found the murdered.” With that, Lu Meng walked past Lu Xun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“You mean Gan Ning?” Still, Lu Xun’s eyes were locked on the human corpse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Yes.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The boy’s hands curled into a fist. “No, sir.” His voice was firm. “Gan Ning is NOT the murdered.” He stated, not forgetting to give an emphasis on the word NOT.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Meng turned around. “So, Lu Xun, are you saying that you too, are protecting your friend, just like your brother here?” He took a glance of the forensic science. At this, Ling Tong kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to be reprimanded by his superior for protecting Gan Ning. Just trust Lu Xun and everything would be okay. “How can you be so sure? You don’t even hear the whole story yet.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun gave a stern look to the older man. Although he was still young, at least he had always helped the police. That was why he didn’t afraid of this. He would, once again, took care of this case. “Even if I don’t know the story yet, sir,” He lowered his head slightly in a respectful manner. “I know Gan Ning would never do this.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Meng shook his head. “Ling Tong, tell your brother everything. He sometimes could be so nosy.” Then, Lu Meng exited, leaving the still confused young men.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“So, bro,” Lu Xun turn his glance to Ling Tong. “What happen. No one has told me already.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong sighed. “Well, another difficult case, Lu Xun. I can’t believe that Gan Ning has committed murder.” Ling Tong took a seat on a nearby chair, followed by Lu Xun. “Yesterday, the director, Liu Bei, had a meeting with Gan Ning. They had an argument about… I don’t really know but something about gun collection. Gan Ning stated that Liu Bei invited him to his office to have some agreement. He said that Liu Bei wanted to buy his new gun. Gan Ning refused since the gun was still a rare thing. Liu Bei insisted, but Gan Ning never did sell it to him. In the end, Gan Ning left this place, angered because it was as if Liu Bei had forced him. Then Liu Bei’s wife, Shang Xiang, met Gan Ning and they had a little walk somewhere…” Ling Tong recalled the explanation. “…but on the night, since Liu Bei worked overtime, Shang Xiang asked Gan Ning to…well…you know…” Ling Tong looked at Lu Xun’s curious face. Well, Lu Xun might have been 17 years old but…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun snorted. “… well, you think I’m too young? I know what you mean. They undressed themselves and slept together and were making love and…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“STOP!” Ling Tong clasped his hand to Lu Xun’s mouth. “…you grow up fast, don’t you? Where do you learn so many things?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun rolled his eyes. “Because I’ve done it before, bro. Do not &lt;i&gt;underestimate&lt;/i&gt; me.” He then gave a naughty grin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong’s eyes popped out. “YOU HAVE?!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Of course not.” The younger brother chuckled, which then made Ling Tong sigh in relieve. “Tell me the rest.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Okay. This is when the story begins.” Ling Tong continued. “On 11 p.m., Shang Xiang took a bath while Gan Ning had fallen asleep. On 11.30, Shang Xiang had already finished and soon after the two were… &lt;i&gt;having their time&lt;/i&gt;. On 4.30, they woke up and Shang Xiang asked Gan Ning to leave because Liu Bei would come home soon. Then, Gan Ning left.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun nodded. “Now, tell me about Liu Bei.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong shrugged. “Nothing to tell you. From the very early morning he had been on the office…” He then turned a second to look at the dead body of Liu Bei. “…until now. When Gan Ning got to this room on the morning, he had found him like this.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“That’s not the point.” Lu Xun looked thoughtful. “When was he killed?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong took his note. “From what I found, he was killed at 5 a.m.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Who’s the suspect?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“No one else. Only Gan Ning.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“What about the other employees?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“No ordinary people have a gun, especially that expensive and precious gun.” Ling Tong said. “Only a gun collector like Gan Ning has.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun leaned against the wall. “What about that woman? Shang Xiang?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“There’s no way she could kill her own husband.” At this, Lu Xun was ready to protest but Ling Tong had shut him up. “And she has an alibi from afternoon to 5 a.m., until now. Her alibi is perfect, while Gan Ning… he didn’t have any alibi after 5 a.m.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Don’t you think that if Gan Ning wasn’t with Shang Xiang after 04.30, then she too, didn’t have any alibi?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong shook his head. “Because she was having an affair with Gan Ning, she had dismissed her maids. After 04.30, she called her maid back.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The young detective laughed a little. “That’s really funny, Ling Tong. Are you blind or just stupid? Shang Xiang is creating her alibi.” He then crossed his arms over his chest. “This is a perfect murder. I can’t figure out her trick yet.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“It’s not like that, Lu Xun.” Ling Tong rested his head on his hand. “Shang Xiang doesn’t have the gun.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“That’s why Shang Xiang asked Gan Ning to take a walk before having a night together. So that Gan Ning didn’t have time to put his gun back to his house. On the night, Shang Xiang stole Gan Ning’s gun.” Lu Xun explained.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“How about the time?” Ling Tong turned to give his brother a serious look.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Huh?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“The time.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;At this, Lu Xun fell silent. This was the most difficult trick. “You’re right, bro. we have to have a further investigation.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong nodded in agreement and exited the room to meet up with Lu Meng. However, they didn’t find anyone there except Shang Xiang. When Shang Xiang saw them, she approached them and spoke with a concerned tone. “Ling Tong, Lu Xun, tell me. Is that true? Is that true that Gan Ning is the murderer?” She started to break into tears. “My best friend… killed my husband? Is that true?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong shook his head. “Don’t worry, ma’am. We will prove that he is innocent.” He placed his hand on her shoulder in an effort to calm the crying woman. “We will find the real murder.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;He ended his short speech with a nod and grabbed Lu Xun’s hand, leaving Shang Xiang and ran over the lift to get to police office. Lu Meng and Gan Ning must have been there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;From the corner of his eyes, Lu Xun gave such look to Shang Xiang, disgusted and provoked look. The woman was quite startled but gave him a smile soon after. Lu Xun blinked for a second after her confusing action. He then released his hand from Ling Tong’s tight grip. The younger man glanced over his head to take a last look from Shang Xiang. At this, Ling Tong scratched his head and continued pacing. He whispered to Lu Xun. “Why are you acting like that, Lu Xun? Don’t tell me that you are now accusing her. This is too fast.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hmph. Crocodile’s tear.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Yes, this gun.” Lu Meng then glared to the stubborn suspect. “Still don’t want to admit yet? All proves have shown that you’re the murderer!” The inspector pointed to him with an accusing finger. “And you’re the only one who doesn’t have any alibi after 04.30!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning slammed the table. “What prove?! I didn’t do anything, especially killing my friend’s husband!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Saved by the knock, Gan Ning and Lu Meng looked at the two figures that stepped into the interrogation room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Finally. Lu Xun and Ling Tong.” Lu Meng welcomed them expressionlessly. “Take a seat, please.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun shook his head. “We will not here for too long, sir. We just ask for your permission to investigate the victim’s house…” He then winked to Gan Ning, hoping that he would understand. “…with Gan Ning.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Meng didn’t answer for some moment. When he finally spoke up, it was perhaps the last thing he wanted to hear from the head police. “Lu Xun, you’re not a detective. Yet, you and Ling Tong are always a big help to us and I really appreciate it, but now…” He looked out from the window to see the setting sun. “You’re protecting your guilty friend.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Sir,” Lu Xun insisted. “You have to believe us. Gan Ning is not the murderer. He is our good friend and I’m sure he won’t do that.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Meng was now only a few steps away from Lu Xun. “Lu Xun, there is a limit of friendship. If you know that he is guilty, they you shall stand on the right. Moreover…” He gave a slight smile to the young detective. “…do you know who the murderer is then?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun bit his lip. Was he going to tell his assumption? No, he shouldn’t accuse someone without any proves. “I don’t know yet, sir. That’s why I will continue investigating…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Sighing, the older man finally granted him a nod. “Do what you must, Lu Xun.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;They were silent all the way to the mansion. Lu Xun was still baffled while Ling Tong now doubted his friend’s innocent. Gan Ning himself now felt a slight guilty for putting the brothers into a difficult case. Ling Tong was driving the police car, but his mind was somewhere else. It was then finally they drove past the mansion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hey, Ling Tong!” the two’s yell quickly brought him back from his own world. The scientist quickly turned around and parked his car, which wasn’t a success as the car stopped after the wheel bucked up onto the pavement.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I should be the one driving…” Lu Xun smacked his forehead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The three of them walked past the great garden and soon after standing in front of the door. After ringing the electric bell, the door opened, revealing the bloodshot-eyed Shang Xiang standing on the opposite side of the door.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oh, you three! What a surprise.” She tried to sound warm, but still, her voice was hoarse due to all the crying. The young woman let them to come in and invite them to sit on the sofa on the living room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The housewife looked at them one by one before calling one of her many maids. “Ready some drink.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong quickly objected. “No, ma’am, you don’t need to. We just want to get some information here.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She smiled warmly. “That’s why I should welcome you. You’re doing a great favor by finding my husband’s murderer. I am certain Gan Ning wouldn’t do something such as killing.” She smiled to Gan Ning and then back to Ling Tong. “And, please don’t call me ‘ma’am’ like that. It makes me sounds old. Just call me Shang Xiang, okay?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong nodded while Lu Xun just watched it with an unreadable expression. Just a moment later, a maid brought four glass of orange juice to them. They took a glass except one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I’m not thirsty.” Lu Xun pushed the glass lightly while forcing a smile to the maid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oh.” The maid took the drink and got out from the place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Shang Xiang took a gulp of the juice and eyed Lu Xun with a slightly concerned face. “You’re not drinking, Lu Xun? Are you not feeling good today?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun quickly turned his glance to the speaker and when he found that the woman was smiling innocently, he snapped with a low voice. “None of your business.” He then stood up and left the room. “Bro, come on! I have much homework to do. Let’s just finish this case quickly.” Before waiting for his brother, Lu Xun had already closed the door behind him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong blinked and quickly apologized to Shang Xiang. “Forgive my brother’s act today. He isn’t like that actually. He’s not having a good mood today.” As a reply, Shang Xiang nodded in understanding. Ling Tong continued. “Well, if you would excuse me…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oh, of course you may.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Now only Shang Xiang and Gan Ning left. The troubled woman sighed loudly, which then drew Gan Ning’s attention to her. “Shang Xiang?” He sat closer by her side. “Are you…?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Shang Xiang could contain her tears anymore. She threw her arms around Gan Ning’s neck and buried her head on his chest. “Gan Ning, why this is happening?!” She almost yelled in frustration. “Who has killed Liu Bei? Why?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning knew better than to back away from her. Without waiting for an order, Gan Ning warped his arms around the crying woman’s waist. He gave her a warm embrace to calm her down. “Don’t worry, Shang Xiang. Everything is going to be alright.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Lu Xun!” Ling Tong grabbed his younger brother’s shoulder roughly and turned him around to face him. “What are you thinking?! Saying such thing to a woman whose husband has been recently killed?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun fought back. “Killed? She killed her own husband!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong dropped his arm to his side while watching Lu Xun’s angered expression. He knew well of his younger brother. He always thought logically and never accused someone or even was suspicious of someone without a proof. This time was different though.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hey, Lu Xun. Calm down, will you? Don’t just conclude something without thinking.” Ling Tong advised.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Realizing his mistake, Lu Xun took a deep breath while walking toward the main bedroom. He finally spoke up after a long silence. “I just can’t stand her, Ling Tong. She used Gan Ning to create an alibi, and then made Gan Ning himself doesn’t have one.” He said in an exasperated tone. “…And even did something as dirty as &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; just for her plan to be successful.” A disgusted look was visible on Lu Xun’s face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The two entered the great room. The two brothers were slightly amazed before starting the investigation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hmmm…” Lu Xun placed a hand under his chin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Finding something?” Ling Tong asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I want to see you do better than me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The two examined the room, but to be true, there was nothing wrong with that. It was clear that this place would give them no clue.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Eh?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Huh?” Ling Tong ran over Lu Xun, who seems to examining a great old-styled clock on the corner of the room. The clock didn’t have hand that showed the second.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun looked around the house. “This house is quite modern, isn’t it? Then why there’s an old clock like this?” He withdrew a pair of gloves from her breast pocket, wore it, and traced the rough texture of the clock. “Looks weird, huh? Are Shang Xiang and Liu Bei bad at decorating? This clock looks a bit out of place.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Not only that, Lu Xun.” Ling Tong looked at his watches. “This clock is still working, although this looks so old. Must be a treasury thing.” Lu Xun realized it too as his watches showed the same time as the clock. “Does it help?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun shook his head. “Not now.” He then shrugged it off of his mind. “And now…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“The bathroom.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;When the two took their first step, they were quick to examine it. There was a pile of clothes and some tissue. The floor itself was covered with bath gel and foam. Ling Tong whistled. “Wow, another clue!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The two examined the awkward place carefully. In their mind, they were both wondering how to commit a homicide by using soap. In the end, though, they came to a conclusion that they found nothing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Godammit. We certainly won’t find anything here.” Ling Tong sighed in defeat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Suddenly, Lu Xun’s eyes lit up. “No wonder we don’t find anything. We don’t look for the answer in the right place.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“What do you mean?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The younger brother smiled as he looked up toward the ceiling. “Hey, why should we check the floor when the answer is in the up? Perhaps Shang Xiang ‘decorated’ her bathroom like this just to distract us from her real trick.” The two’s eyes met a sight of a stone ceiling, but on the corner of it was a part which only covered with a thin plywood “See?”. Lu Xun, being quick on his feet, hop on the closet and then to the wash basin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Lu Xun! Don’t be such a kid!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The young detective put no heed, though. He then looked at his brother. “Which one is taller, me or Shang Xiang?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong rolled his eyes. “Certainly it is Shang Xiang.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun looked irritated a bit. “Thanks, bro.” He then put off his shoes and tried to reach the plywood. “Eh, not even you could reach this height, don’t you bro?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“How can she jump, then?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Is she good at climbing?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“She is afraid of height, that’s what Gan Ning said.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;As Lu Xun moved the plywood using the tip of his finger, it moved easily and reveal a quite big hole. “Gotcha. I know it. Bro, give me a long ropes, please.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Soon after, with the help of some maids, Lu Xun already got the said thing. “Bro, help &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;me.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;” The younger brother stood on tip toes while doing something with the ropes. Then, the rope was hung on the height with two ends of the ropes dangled to the ground. Lu Xun took one and tied it to his waist when Ling Tong took the other. “Let’s use the old trick, Ling Tong. ‘Bob up and down’ like when we’re still a kid.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Both of them pulled the ropes hard and Lu Xun was lifted to the ceiling. Soon after, he found himself was already passed the hole. As he looked around the dark place, he found something which made him smiled widely. On the pile of unused thing, he found something.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hey, Xun!” Ling Tong shouted. “There’s no way Shang Xiang climbed that high. She isn’t strong enough to ‘bob herself up and down’.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;As a reply, something was dropped from the hole. Some old rusty steel wheel. “That’s the trick, bro.” Lu Xun’s head popped down from the hole. “Very clever of her to use these wheels as pulleys. No one could ever notice it.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“So what? Could this thing give Shang Xiang more strength?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun looked disbelieving. “Bro, don’t say you’re really a stupid.” He then explained it one by one. “A physics lesson I got today. Well, for example, if you have only one pulley to lift 10 kilograms mass, then you need 100 &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Newton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; force. But if you have more pulleys, the force you need will be much lesser. More pulleys means less force.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Much to Ling Tong’s dismay, Lu Xun replied sarcastically. “Yeah, now I know why you never want to show me your Senior High report book.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gosh…” The older brother could just curse his younger brother inwardly. “This is retarded.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun continued with his small journey. He crawled to the other side because of the small space he was allowed to move. When he found a small opening, he shouted in glee. Exited from the dark ceiling, he stood on the roof. There, he could see some buildings. One of the nearest one was the building where the homicide took place, the Shu building. Using the rope that Ling Tong had given him, he climbed down to the backside of the garden and exited the mansion. Now everything was clear to him, other than the time. He ran as fast as his feet could allow to the big office building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hey, Lu Xun. Quit playing.” He looked up to the ceiling but receive no answer. “Xun? Hey, what are you doing?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;A second after, his cell phone rang. From Lu Xun. “Hey, naughty boy! Where are you! Come back here! This is almost 6!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Heh, you won’t believe this, bro.” A voice was heard from the phone. “Guess where I am now. &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Chengdu street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;. Quickly, catch up with me here.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong couldn’t believe what he had just heard. “Xun, don’t lie to me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Bro, I swear on my…my… MY BRAIN that I’m not joking.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“That, if you have any.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“If I don’t have any, then I won’t call you right now. Quickly. Come here ASAP.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The call dropped&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“What a smartass.” All that Ling Tong wanted was to beat his brother now. He then exited the room and without saying goodbye, simply leaving Gan Ning and Shang Xiang there unnoticed. He started the car and drove to the very building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Some minutes past and the two were now in the director’s room. The body had been moved but dried blood caked on the floor was still there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Are you sure Liu Bei was killed on 5 p.m.?” Asked Lu Xun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Positive.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun snorted in aggravation. “The police shouldn’t have moved the body first. Bro, take the sample of the blood.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong followed as he was ordered while Lu Xun continued examining the room. “Erm… this is… winter?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Stupid, this is summer, you idiot.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Then why the air conditioner is turned off. This place is as hot as hell.” Lu Xun started to turn on the air conditioner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong turned around to warn his brother. “Hey, Lu Xun! Don’t touch anything here!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;But it was too late. The air conditioner was turned on. However, to both surprise, the room became warmer than before. Lu Xun examined the remote controller of the sir conditioner carefully. “An air conditioner combined with heater!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong had finished his job so he too, being curious, stood behind his brother. “Huh?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“…And the heater… someone has just used it.” Lu Xun said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“What kind of fool would use heater in a hot summer like this?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun put the remote to its own place before smiling confidently. “Let’s go to the police office, Ling Tong. Another puzzle is going to be solved.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning and Shang Xiang were silent for past some hours. Gan Ning was still waiting for his friends but little did he know that both of them had left the house. The suspect frowned a bit before turning his eyes to Shang Xiang. “Shang Xiang?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Yes?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I’m sorry for today. My friends…” Gan Ning scratched the back of his head. “I think they are just far too much.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Shang Xiang rested her head on Gan Ning’s shoulder. “As long as they found the murderer, I won’t be bothered.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning stroked Shang Xiang’s reddish-brown hair lightly. “I know this is too hard for you, Shang Xiang. I’m so sorry…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Before Gan Ning could continue, his mobile phone rang. He quickly asked permission from Shang Xiang before left the living room. It was from Ling Tong. Gan Ning swore mentally before answered the call. “What the heck are you doing, Ling Tong?! Come here at once before I take that brainless head of yours!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Whoa, calm down, friend!” From Ling Tong’s voice, Gan Ning knew that his friend had solved the mystery. “I just want you to come to the police office ASAP! We have to tell you something important!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“You’re asking me to leave Shang Xiang like that now?!” Gan Ning fought back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;At this, Ling Tong was quiet. The phone was then snatched away from Ling Tong’s hand and another voice was heard. This time was much younger. Must be Lu Xun’s. “Hey, Gan Ning. Listen. We have found the murderer so just get here. I need to ask you something.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning tried to sound calm. “How about Shang Xiang?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Our only priority here is to find the murderer, not to calm the left behind. If you don’t want to come, alright I will leave this case in the hand of Inspector Lu Meng. How about that?” Lu Xun stern voice was heard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“That’s blackmailing.” Gan Ning growled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“If that’s the only way to separate you from &lt;i style=""&gt;that woman&lt;/i&gt;, then I’m not hesitant to use this way. If on 30 minutes you’re not here, than say hello to Inspector Lu Meng and the court.” Without waiting for any answer, Lu Xun dropped the call. Gan Ning noticed how Lu Xun mentioned Shang Xiang indirectly using ‘&lt;i&gt;that woman&lt;/i&gt;’. The word was too harsh, and Lu Xun had never used such word before. He was, after all, well-known for his courteousness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Having no option left, Gan Ning then took his leave and say goodbye to Shang Xiang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gan Ning is blinded by love.” It was already 8 p.m. when Lu Xun dropped the call. He returned the cell phone to the owner. “The blood, the heater, the clock. That’s all the proof.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“The blood…” Ling Tong rested his back on the chair. “…contain too many doses of aspirin, which mean, the murderer can slower the death time. and the warm temperature could also slower the death time.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The door was opened and the two jumped off their seat, only to find Lu Meng was in front of the door. Lu Xun and Ling Tong backed to their seats, a bit disappointed because it was Gan Ning that they were waiting for. Lu Meng cleared his throat. “Anything?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Yeah.” Lu Xun smiled confidently.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Who’s the murderer, then?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“It is…” Ling Tong was ready to answer but Lu Xun had already stomped on his foot hard as a code not to continue. The forensic scientist let out a muted scream while Lu Xun had already spoke for him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“No, not yet, sir. We will inform you if we find anything.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Meng nodded and left the room. After the inspector was out from sight, Ling Tong smacked Lu Xun hard on his head. “What the bloody hell are you doing!?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“OUCH!” Lu Xun rubbed his head. “Hey, I’m only doing what is good for both Gan Ning and Shang Xiang!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“What do you mean? Don’t speak in riddle!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Well,” The young detective played with the loose thread of his clothes. “If you notice it, today I’m really rude to that woman, Shang Xiang, am not I?” Ling Tong nodded as a reply before he continued. “Yeah, I’m angry with her. She dared to kill her own husband, but in the end she used Gan Ning to be the suspect. And our dumb Gan Ning could just watch. But…” He smiled sadly. “Do you ever think how Gan Ning would react if he found the woman he loved most did a crime? And used him as a scapegoat?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong lowered his head. “Yeah… I understand.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Why did Shang Xiang kill her own husband?” Lu Xun stared at the night sky from the window. “What’s her motive?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“You don’t know anything about Gan Ning, Shang Xiang, and Liu Bei, don’t you?” Lu Xun shook his head and Ling Tong recalled what Gan Ning had told him once. “The three were a best friend since childhood. When they were Senior High school students, Gan Ning and Liu Bei both fell in love with Shang Xiang. Shang Xiang chose Gan Ning because the one that she loved was him.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hmmm…” Lu Xun kicked the air. “That’s a very personal thing. I shouldn’t be involved. Anyway, aren’t you Gan Ning’s classmate too?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“You have been involved in this actually.” Ling Tong muttered silently. “Well, I met him when we were studying on university. We are from a different Senior High School.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Tell me the rest of the story.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“No.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun’s eyes widened in surprise. “Brother Ling Tong! What are you saying?! I want to know the whole story!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ling Tong smirked. “How old are you, hmm? 17, don’t you? You are still below 18 so no story for you, lil’ bro.” He ended it with a triumphant laugh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hey!” the younger brother shook his body forcefully. “Come on, bro! I need it! I need to know the motive!” He pleaded&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I won’t tell you.” Ling Tong teased.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Please…” Lu Xun showed the biggest puppy eyes Ling Tong had ever seen. To make it more dramatic, Lu Xun put his hands up to his mouth, so that he looked like a cute puppy. At this, Ling Tong could ignore his brother.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Okay, I will tell you. But, under one condition…” He leaned closer to Lu Xun and whispered something. Soon after, Lu Xun looked as if he was just jolted with a thunder. At his shocked expression, Ling Tong smiled in satisfaction. He withdrew himself and took a better look on his brother’s face. “Understand?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun hissed. “I’d rather die.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“That’s up to you.” Ling Tong shrugged. After seeing Lu Xun finally nodded, Ling Tong ruffled his younger brother’s brown hair lightly. “That’s a good boy. Okay. Liu Bei came from a rich and popular family, and of course Shang Xiang’s parents would rather have him as son-in-law than Gan Ning. So…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“So…?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“So, in the end, they forced Gan Ning to broke up with Shang Xiang. Liu Bei also suggested the same thing. Gan Ning was heartbroken after that, but since he and Liu Bei were good friends, he did it for him, so to speak. Gan Ning never told Shang Xiang about this. As a result, Shang Xiang thought Gan Ning had betrayed her…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Out of the sudden, the door was opened to reveal Gan Ning, still panting and sweating. As soon as his glance connected with the two, he cursed them while laughing at the same time. “Hey, you two bloody idiots! Where’re you going, eh? Without telling me?!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Is that your best greetings to a friend?” Ling Tong punched his friend’s arm lightly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun cleared his throat to draw the two’s attention. Without wasting more time, he took a seat on a table and looked over Gan Ning with a deep frown. “Why are you so late?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning cocked an eyebrow at his question. “Well… I…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Well, I know the answer. You don’t need to tell me.” The young detective still looked far too serious. “I want to ask you something VERY important about this case. Tell me the truth. If you don’t, then I will tell Mr. Lu Meng that I can’t handle this case anymore. Understand?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The room was silent for a bit. Gan Ning gave a confused look to Lu Xun while Ling Tong just somehow found an interest on the floor. Opening his mouth, Gan Ning answered hesitantly. “Uh, yeah, anything, detective.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Fine.” Lu Xun jumped off from the table and showed him something. A bullet. “Tell me, is this bullet belongs to you? We found it…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning’s expression quickly changed. He grabbed Lu Xun by his collar and shouted in an angry tone. Ling Tong tried to ease the attention to no avail. “DAMMIT! So you’re still thinking I’m the murderer?! Just because I’m the owner of that bullet?! Is that all you want to say?!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gan Ning!” Ling Tong quickly came to his brother’s aid but Gan Ning had already thrown him aside. However, Lu Xun’s expression didn’t change a bit, although he knew that with one Gan Ning’s deadly blow, he would be nothing more than a bloody heap. He could feel his feet were no longer touching the ground.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Okay, detective! I’m wrong to believe you! If you insist, then I will tell Lu Meng – no, to the entire world that I’m the murderer! GOT IT!?” He released the smaller man roughly. Before turned back, he ended with another curse. “I should never trust you, you good-for-nothing bastard!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun still panted due to the lack of air while struggled on his feet. Ling Tong supported him. The young detective the spoke, this time in much lower and softer voice. “The bastard one is you, Gan Ning.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Once again, the enraged man turned back, ready to throw more shouts. Before he could do any, Lu Xun had already regained his composure and continued. “The reason why I’m asking you about that is…” He paused. “To strengthen your alibi.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“WHAT?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Before Lu Xun explained the other thing, he had already asked one more question. “The second question. Do you know the old clock, the one that seems a bit out of place?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning nodded, a bit reluctant to answer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Tell me everything about it.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“What the…” Gan Ning was ready to protest, but when he saw Ling Tong shook his head, he knew that he had to tell him everything. Then he started to unveil the event one by one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun smiled to Ling Tong and then to Gan Ning. “Thank you so much, Gan Ning.” Just when Gan Ning shrugged and was about to walk away, Lu Xun stopped him. “There is another thing I want to tell you. A very important cause…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Once again, the great double-door knocked. A maid appeared behind the door and bowed slightly. “Yes, sir?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning was on the front. He answered in casually, just like the other day. “Tell Shang Xiang that I’m here.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The maid nodded and opened the door for the three of them to come in. After closing the door, she ran toward the main bedroom and called her mistress. Not long after, Shang Xiang had already walked to the living room. She was wearing a white blouse, looked like she was still grieving over her husband’s death. (NOTE: It is a Chinese tradition to wear white clothes when a family or friend is dead). She didn’t wear any make up but she was as beautiful as ever. “How kind you’re to visit me.” She then took a seat on an arm-chair.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun swallowed hard before smiled casually. “We have a good news, ma’am. We have found the murderer.” He informed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“That’s very brilliant of you, Lu Xun.” Shang Xiang’s smiled widened. “Well, I assume you’re here to tell me about that, am I right?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The young detective twitched a bit. There was something in this woman that made him afraid. First, she simply called him by his first name, as if they had been good friends for a long time. The second was, she was so calm and there was no sign of worry on her face. After pondering a little, Lu Xun answered her question. “Indeed, ma’am. But before that, would you mind if you dismiss your maids and anyone from this room for a moment? So that only four of us here?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She chuckled lightly. “Why should I mind, Lu Xun?” Then, she did as she told to. When she turned round to face them, she was startled a bit when she met Lu Xun’s serious expression, very contras with his friendly greeting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun knew better than to waste more time with cheap talk. “Ma’am, firstly, I want to tell you how the murderer could get a very perfect alibi.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Go ahead.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Fine.” Lu Xun glanced at Shang Xiang sharply before starting. “Let’s start from the very beginning. At 4 p.m., Gan Ning left the building. After that, all that we know is that Gan Ning was taken to have some meals before returning home. Right, Gan Ning?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun turned to look at Gan Ning, who nodded as a reply.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Then…” He continued. “The other thing we know is &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; asked him to have a night with him. At11 p.m., Gan Ning fell asleep and &lt;i&gt;this person&lt;/i&gt; went to take a bath for 30 minutes. On 11.30, &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; finished bathing and called Gan Ning to have their time. At 4.30 they both wake up and finally, at 5 p.m. Gan Ning went home. That’s why all that we know is that Gan Ning doesn’t have alibi from 5 p.m. to 8, when he found the death body of your husband.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Liu Bei was killed at 5.” Ling Tong continued.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Shang Xiang nodded. “I have already known about that, because &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; you mentioned is me, isn’t it?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun was hesitant to answer. No, he knew the truth behind her smile, but something tugged inside his heart, telling him to just get himself out of this place quickly. No! This wasn’t what he should be doing! “Ah, yes. You’re right. Now, I want to say that Gan Ning isn’t the murderer. You!” He pointed an accusing finger to Shang Xiang. “You’re the murderer.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Still, Shang Xiang didn’t flinched a bit. She even giggled in a time like this! “Oh, you’re still too young, Lu Xun. Are to trying to play detective? Why should I kill my own husband?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun sighed. “I know you will deny it. Fine. I will tell you the trick. First, you asked Gan Ning not to go home so that he couldn’t put his gun back. At 10.30, you put a sleep drug to his drink so that he fell asleep. As soon as you had stolen Gan Ning’s gun, you changed all the clocks before playing your game. After that, you went to bathroom and there was a way you could use to get to the building.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;At this point, Lu Xun led them to the main bedroom. When they arrived at the bathroom, Lu Xun did what he had done before. “You were using pulley to lift you to the ceiling.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hey! Hey!” Gan Ning cut him off. “I just found this confusing. How can we use something like pulleys to lift ourselves? And what does it do to the person’s weight?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun slapped his forehead. “No, not this one again.” He then explained patiently. “The steel wheel could be set into this formation.” He set it on the ceiling and using a rope, he lifted himself up. “See? With this kind of pulleys, you won’t need 100 &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Newton&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to lift a 10 kg mass.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning scratched his head but Ling Tong stopped him from asking more question. Lu Xun then continued. “After that, ma’am, you directly went to Shu building and commit the homicide, made it as if it was a suicide. You entered the building when the security was shifting. Oh, and you did not forget to bring another gun. Your husband was a gun collector just like Gan Ning too, after all. Using Gan Ning’s weapon you shot him.” Lu Xun placed his index finger to his temple, imitating how Shang Xiang had shot Liu Bei. “And you… yeah, you spent some time there and at 2.30 you went back home, knowing that by that time, the security working time had been over. On 3 a.m., you woke Gan Ning up and when Gan Ning looked at the clock, he thought it was 11.30 p.m. After sleeping for less than 2 hours, once again you woke Gan Ning up at 4.30 and at 5 a.m., Gan Ning left the house. A perfect trick indeed, ma’am.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Shang Xiang smiled confidently, a bit arrogant, though. “So, Lu Xun, do you have any proof?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Huh?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Do you have any proof?” She repeated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oh, you want to know?” He fought back. “Gan Ning, tell me about that big clock.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning was startled. He looked at Lu Xun, then to Shang Xiang before answered. “Well, Shang Xiang said it was not working anymore.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“It’s not.” Lu Xun stated simply. “Just because it’s so old and it doesn’t have second-pointer, doesn’t mean it doesn’t work, doesn’t it? Gan Ning, what time was the clock show when you asked entered this bedroom?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ummm…” He bit his lip. “2.50”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“That’s it!” Lu Xun shouted. “That clock showed the right time! Yeah, it was 2.50 that time.” He then turned to look at Shang Xiang. “You lied to Gan Ning, telling him that it was 11.30! That’s because you can’t move the clock that day, and if you move it before, Mr. Liu Bei would be suspicious. Moreover, you can’t change the clock. That’s why you lied to Gan Ning when he was still half-drunk! What a trick!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Once again, Shang Xiang laughed. “Well…well…well… I shouldn’t expect so much from you then, Lu Xun.” She said in a bit belittling tone, which made Lu Xun hissed in exasperation. Fortunately, Ling Tong was there to stop him. “That proof alone can’t make me the murderer, can it?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“You ask for it.” He tried to sound calm. “Then, about that fake gun that Mr. Liu Bei used to ‘kill’ himself. I assume that it was his favorite gun. Thinking of it, ma’am, he always kept it in his office, which was said to be a ‘sacred’ place. No one, absolutely no one, would dare to use that gun as the trick. Mr. Liu Bei must have always cleaned it. That’s why only his fingerprints were there. Yours wouldn’t be there too, ma’am, because you had worn gloves, which mean, Gan Ning’s fingerprints wasn’t there!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;This time, Shang Xiang showed a bit hint of aggravation. “Hmmm… perhaps the murderer forced him to take that gun or using the gloves too.” She snorted. “And wasn’t all that you have said just like a desperate effort to release your friend? How about that pulley thing? If I really use that trick, then why you haven’t found it?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oh, really?” Lu Xun said in a defiant tone. “Then let me show you this!” Lu Xun climbed up to the small hole. He then took the steel wheel and dropped them from the hole. “To destroy the proof, you’re using the steel wheel, and then you claimed them as unused things. With this, none of us will think you’re using pulley. Yeah, you use them to lift yourself and at the same time, none of us would know about this.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning’s eyes widened in surprise. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out from his mouth. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glance of Shang Xiang. To his utter surprise and Lu Xun’s dismay, she didn’t show any sign of nervousness. Shang Xiang chuckled. “Well, so, you want to check my fingerprints there? Let me tell you, Lu Xun, there are hundreds fingerprints here.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Is that so?” The young detective snapped. “Of course not by the fingerprints. Look! Although they are unused and rusted like old steels, there aren’t any dusts, and I’m sure it’s you, ma’am, who cleaned it before you used it. Even if it doesn’t, the dust itself will show that someone has touched the wheel.” He ended it with a quite loud sigh. “Still denying, ma’am?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;To their utter surprise, Shang Xiang laughed a bit. It sounded eerie, though. No one could ever guess whether it was a laughter of pain, joy, or perhaps disappointment. None of them dare to break the silence. The woman took a seat on the edge of her bed. “That’s really a great analysis, detective. I applaud you.” She stated the word firmly. “I admit defeat.” Still, she ended it with a smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun blinked for a moment after receiving her bizarre smile. Before he could reply, Shang Xiang had turned to look at Ling Tong and Gan Ning. “Could you two please leave us for a moment?” She asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The two exchanged confused glance before obeying the order. Lu Xun was then found himself alone. He back away few steps before Shang Xiang offer him another smile. “Why’s that, Lu Xun? Are you afraid of me? Don’t worry. I won’t bite.” She moved a bit to allow him to sit on the other edge. “Sit here.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun was hesitant to do it. He did it in the end, though. Sometimes he shifted uncomfortably before dared himself to ask. “Is there something you want to say, ma’am?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She nodded. “Yes, Lu Xun. Actually, I want to ask you something. Mind answering?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“If I can answer.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Okay.” She crossed her arms over her chest. She was so calm, and Lu Xun couldn’t believe this! How could someone easily killed her own husband and when she had been found the murderer didn’t have any guilty feeling at all? “Where is that police inspector Lu Meng? I don’t see him anywhere.” She diverted her glance. “Is this Gan Ning’s will?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The detective didn’t have any option left again so he nodded. “Is there anything you want to ask me?” He was given a shake of head so he continued. “Then I too, want to ask you something.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She chuckled. “I now what you want to ask. About that night, isn’t it? Why I decided to have a night with Gan Ning.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ah!” Lu Xun bit his lower lip hardly that it was almost bleeding. “That’s too personal. I apologize…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“No need. I will tell you why. From the first time I saw you, I know you are disgusted by my dirty tricks, aren’t you? Using friend as a scapegoat… I will tell you why.” She cut him off. Looking up to the ceiling, she was reminiscing about her young days. “I, Gan Ning, and Liu Bei have always been a good friend. One day…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Shang Xiang kept telling him her story, but it was as if she was talking to herself. Lu Xun listened attentively although he had ever heard it once. From her tone, he could hear pain and slight anger. By now, Lu Xun was cursing himself for acting so rude to this woman. After she ended the story, Lu Xun asked softly. “Is that your motive? Love and hatred at the same time?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Yes. I killed Liu Bei, because had it not him, I would have been living with Gan Ning. And at the same time, I want Gan Ning to be punished for all he had done to me.” Her tone was emotionless. “You don’t know how it feels when you are betrayed. You’re still young, after all.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun smiled sadly. “You’re the one who don’t know the truth, ma’am.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“What?” She frowned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Yeah, you don’t.” He drew his knees closer to his chest. “Gan Ning never betrayed you.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“You know nothing.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I do.” He nodded. “But that’s the only thing I know. Gan Ning has given up and he though friendship is more important than love. Yeah, ‘one true friend equaled a thousand women’. Gan Ning is a good friend to Liu Bei, and he didn’t want to you to hate Liu Bei as your husband. That’s why he acted like a jerk so that you may not blame all of this to Liu Bei but to blame it on him instead.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“That’s mean he’s a real jerk. Why he had to give up?” Shang Xiang still didn’t intend to believe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Because…” This time, Lu Xun eyed Shang Xiang deeply. “You don’t know how he felt that time. Your parents, Liu Bei, all the people around you and him always forced him to just give up. He thought that that was the best choice for both you and him. And if you lived with Liu Bei, you would be happier.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“No, Lu Xun.” Shang Xiang looked down to the floor. “He doesn’t love me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Don’t you dare to say that!” Lu Xun almost yelled. “Saying that things means you never truly love him and desired nothing more than his death, because he had caused a lot of pain to you!” Shang Xiang was taken aback by his words. “You don’t know that last night, after I told him what you have done, he was so heartbroken that he pleaded to release you from the court. He even…” Lu Xun swallowed hard, turning away from Shang Xiang. “…He even said that he would be willing to be brought to court and accept the punishment and instead of you. I…” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t understand why you did this.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“That’s why I ask him and Ling Tong to get out. I can’t see him when he can’t accept the truth that I still can’t forgive him, and I’m marrying Liu Bei to plan a vendetta on them both.” Shang Xiang said with an icy tone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I don’t know… I just…” Lu Xun placed a hand on his forehead. “I just don’t understand. How can be love so complicated? I think…” He laughed bitterly. “After this case, I decide not to marry. I will live forever as a single.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Shang Xiang patted his back. “Although you say that, one day you will find your true love and you can never run away. Especially a guy with your look, it won’t spend much time. Believe me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun smiled, and soon, they laughed in spite of the situation. After a moment, Lu Xun eyed Shang Xiang, this time was much more serious. “I can’t grant Gan Ning’s wish, ma’am. That’s why I’m not here with Mr. Lu Meng. If you admit this, you will be given a less harsh punishment. But if you don’t…” He left his sentence left unfinished.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I won’t, Lu Xun. Tell Lu Meng all of this.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun cocked an eyebrow. “What?” He shook the woman’s body. “Ma’am, please, be consider! Gan Ning has tried the best and…and…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“I won’t change my mind. If I’m found guilty, then it won’t be a regret.” She said simply.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“But…” Lu Xun curled his hand into a fist. “If… if you don’t do it for yourself, then… then do it for Gan Ning! There is still some love left for him, right? If you don’t want his life to be more miserable, please, do it for him.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;This time, Shang Xiang felt a tug inside her heart. She blinked hard to prevent her tears from rolling down to her cheeks. Trying to keep her composure, she finally nodded and eyed Lu Xun. “Okay, I will, just because it is for Gan Ning.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“How tiring…” Lu Xun jumped on to his bed. He closed his eyes and let him entered his own world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;However, Ling Tong didn’t allow him to rest. The older brother threw a pillow at him. “Hey, lazy bum. Are you saying that you are forgetting your promise?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lu Xun quickly jolted and glared dangerously at his brother. “What? What promise?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“That one.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“No! No!” Trying to avoid this, Lu Xun changed the subject. “Anyway, how are they? Shang Xiang and Gan Ning?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oh they?” Ling Tong looked uninterested. “Shang Xiang then admitted everything and Gan Ning…” He sighed. “… Gan Ning was so heartbroken, I don’t know what to say. I think he is mad at us, Lu Xun.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oh well…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Is that all you want to say?” Ling Tong smirked. “Then I think I should remind you of your promise…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Before Ling Tong had finished her sentence, Lu Xun’s cell phone rang. Ling Tong was the first to grab it. After reading the name, he jumped in glee. “Lu Xun! It’s from that cute girl you fancy! Quickly! This is your time to fulfill your promise!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;“AH!!! NONONONONONO!!!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The jail door was closed behind her. Gan Ning took a last look from her with a hurt expression. She glanced over her shoulder and sighed. “Don’t worry, Gan Ning.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Gan Ning shook his head, started to leave her. “I will come here as often as I could.” Then he paced fast, perhaps he was trying to hide his emotion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She smiled, but it was empty. What kind of emotion did she hold?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I a good actress?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, I guess not&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;…not yet…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;TAMAT! Kasih comment, donk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972546931488690456-7562582725647583485?l=pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/7562582725647583485/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972546931488690456&amp;postID=7562582725647583485' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7562582725647583485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7562582725647583485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/2009/02/akhirnya-kagak-sempat-juga.html' title='DETECTIVE STORY JUST FOR MA&apos;AM ING!'/><author><name>Pyromaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360977275351929216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8DNQJ09pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3E2mG4bPAQ/S220/fireluxun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972546931488690456.post-7870347532438690493</id><published>2009-02-20T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T05:18:19.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO PYRO'S IMAGINATION! Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Right... This is the next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Mwahahahaha... jadinya blog ini pake bahasa apa, sih? Nggak jelas banget! Yach... okay dech... pake bahasa Indonesia dulu aja... wehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Sekarang, nie... sebagai lanjutan, sebaiknya aku kasih profilku selengkap2nya (yeee... emang artis?). Hohoho... Ini nie semestinya profil yang bakal aku cantumkan di profilku di account FanFiction.net. Hehehe... bagi yang nggak tahu, aku ini sebenarnya rada gila nulis dan aku sangat2 suka nulis, lho! (tepatnya berimajinasi). Makanya itu aku bikin account di FanFiction.net dengan harapan bisa nulis2 sekaligus melatih bahasa inggirs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Nah, untuk profil itu, berhubung ini yang aku cantumkan di FanFiction.net, jadinya pake bahasa Inggir, deh... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;NAME: &lt;b&gt;Devina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;CHINESE NAME: &lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;王慧娜&lt;/span&gt; (Wang Hui Na)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;王&lt;/span&gt; (Wang)&lt;/b&gt; is my family name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;慧&lt;/span&gt; (Hui)&lt;/b&gt; means wise, brilliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;娜&lt;/span&gt; (Na)&lt;/b&gt; means delicate&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;NICKNAME: (That's up to you... But I like being called ‘&lt;b&gt;Pyro&lt;/b&gt;’ or ‘&lt;b&gt;Blaze&lt;/b&gt;’, anything related to fire)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;LIKES: &lt;b&gt;Playing any kind of games, writing, drawing, imagining, daydreaming, bulshiting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;DISLIKES: &lt;b&gt;School, teacher (no, not all of them of course), doing homework, getting up early, being forced to do something I don't want&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;FAVORITE GAME: &lt;b&gt;Dynasty Warriors, Warriors Orochi, Kingdom Hearts, Legend of Legaia, Final Fantasy Tactics&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;FAVORITE ANIME: &lt;b&gt;Yugi-Oh, Yu Yu Hakuso, Dragon Knights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;FAVORITE CHARACTER:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Dynasty Warriors: &lt;b&gt;Lu Xun &lt;/b&gt;(Number One!), &lt;b&gt;Jiang Wei &lt;/b&gt;(That's actually my friend's favorite character but I started to like him too), &lt;b&gt;Lu Meng, Ling Tong, Gan Ning &lt;/b&gt;(I always thought them as Lu Xun's sworn brother), &lt;b&gt;Ma Chao &lt;/b&gt;(It's funny to hear him shouts 'JUSTICE!'), &lt;b&gt;Yue Ying &lt;/b&gt;(The most brilliant and wisest woman in that era, and her moveset is cool)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Warriors Orochi: &lt;b&gt;Kunoichi &lt;/b&gt;(She's so damn fast!), &lt;b&gt;Kanetsugu Naoe &lt;/b&gt;(I like the letter &lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;爱&lt;/span&gt; ('ai', means love) on his clothes), &lt;b&gt;Taigong Wang &lt;/b&gt;(Horray for the fishing rod!), &lt;b&gt;Yoshitsune Minamoto&lt;/b&gt; (his weapon is awesome). Well, not so many SW characters...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Kingdom Hearts: &lt;b&gt;Riku, Sora &lt;/b&gt;(Don't know why, but Riku looks cooler than Sora in many ways), &lt;b&gt;Roxas&lt;/b&gt; (I like it most when he says 'Looks like my summer vacation... is over'), &lt;b&gt;Axel&lt;/b&gt; (He's the one and only good one from Organization XIII), &lt;b&gt;Namine&lt;/b&gt; (She likes drawing, just like me!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Legend of Legaia: &lt;b&gt;Vahn, Noa &lt;/b&gt;(From Legend of Legaia I, because they are cute), &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sharon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (From Legaia II, because her arts are awesome and she has the highest AGI stats), &lt;b&gt;Maya&lt;/b&gt; (From Legaia II, I like her costume)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Final Fantasy Tactics: &lt;b&gt;Ramza&lt;/b&gt; (The main portagonist of the story. Okay, who do you expect?), &lt;b&gt;Agrias&lt;/b&gt; (I like her as Princess Ovelia's bodyguard)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Yugi-Oh: Ryo &lt;b&gt;Bakura&lt;/b&gt; (I like his white hair), &lt;b&gt;Yami Yugi A.K.A Atem &lt;/b&gt;(no, not the original Yugi), &lt;b&gt;Joywheeler&lt;/b&gt; (He's funny), &lt;b&gt;Serenity&lt;/b&gt; (The prettiest girl from the story)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Yu Yu Hakuso: &lt;b&gt;Kurama A.K.A Minamino Suichi &lt;/b&gt;(Because he's cute and has that 'human heart'. Well, that's the only one)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Dragon Knights: Rune (I like his hair!), Tintret (Because she's Rune's girlfriend), &lt;b&gt;Gil and Ramganaz&lt;/b&gt; (Because they're so cute together), &lt;b&gt;Thats&lt;/b&gt; (The funniest character in the story), &lt;b&gt;Nohira&lt;/b&gt; (I prefer him much than Rath)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAVORITE PAIRING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alright, before this section, I want to tell you that I don’t want any of you think that I like only those and not the other. I agree with every pairing. It’s just the matter of ‘I like it or not’. I hate pairing wars.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dynasty Warriors:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Lu Xun x Shang Xiang (?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;I put a question mark in the end. Why? Because, though I think they're so cute together, it's impossible since in the real history Lu Xun was Sun Ce's son-in-law. Now that the pairing is Lu Xun x Shang Xiang, Lu Xun will be Sun Ce's brother-in-law. That's so wrong. Someday I will change it to Lu Xun x Sun Ce's daughter and Gan Ning x Shang Xiang. That's more like it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Zhuge Liang x Yue Ying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;I've ever heard this kind of story. Yue Ying was supposed to be a very beautiful girl which beauty couldn't be compared to any woman (that's mean she must be the most beautiful female character in DW). Plus, she was very brilliant and smart in anything. To avoid the men who only sought appearance and not mind and heart, Yue Ying's father (I forget his name) asked her to hide behind a very ugly woman disguise, that made no one want to be her husband. One day, Zhuge Liang heard about Yue Ying's brilliance and decided to have a talk with her. Since love is blind (or that's what we thought), Zhuge Liang loved Yue Ying since then despite her 'ugliness' and he decided to marry her. At the wedding ceremony, Zhuge Liang found Yue Ying hid her face behind a veil. When he revealed her face, he found a very beautiful woman standing in front of him. At the start, of course Zhuge Liang was too surprised to know this, but then Yue Ying explained everything and Zhuge Liang then complimented her trick. That's very romantic, isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Diao Chan x Lu Bu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;I don't know about what happen to Diao Chan after Xia Pi in the real history. But I like how she loved Lu Bu in Dynasty Warriors, and her ending movie is... TT.TT&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warriors Orochi:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Lu Xun x Kunoichi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Well, I know it's never mentioned in WO but the two have so many similarities: movesets, speed, weapon type, etc. Kunoichi is a female ninja and Lu Xun is... ummm... sorta ninja meshed into one with strategist-like (because he uses two sabers). Anyway, just for addition, I always think that Sun Ce's daughter had the same personality as Kunoichi. That's quite make a cute pairing. And to tell the truth, I prefer Lu Xun x Kunoichi pairing than Lu Xun x Shang Xiang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Zhao Yun x Xing Cai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Just one and only reason, it was when Xing Cai saved Zhao Yun. In the real history, it's a complete lie because Zhao Yun is 34 years older than Xing Cai and, surprisingly, Zhao Yun was born on the same year as Zhang Fei, Xing Cai's father. That's mean in the real history Zhao Yun was more like Xing Cai's father than Xing Cai's boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Magoichi x Yue Ying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Remember Stage-2 from Shu Story? When I saw Magoichi 'saved' (or something like that) Yue Ying, I was like... LOL!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kingdom Hearts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;(To tell you the truth, I don't really like any pairings from KH...)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Legend of Legaia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Vahn x Noa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Yea, hooray for the main pairing...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Lang x Maya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The same as the first Legaia one...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Joe x &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sharon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;This is what I like most from the series! They are both funny and what makes the game enjoyable!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final Fantasy Tactics&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Ramza x Agrias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Okay, since I don't know who Ramza would be, it will be best with Agrias, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yugi-Oh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;(To tell you the truth, I don't really like any pairings from Yugi-Oh...)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yu Yu Hakuso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;(To tell you the truth, I don't really like any pairings from Yu Yu Hakuso...)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dragon Knights&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Rune x Tintrett&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;I don't really know why but I like the fairy clan! But, I also like Run x Rim Kana pairing (although I don't really like Rim Kana and I think she's just annoying and being the third person of Rune and Tintrett). However, Run and Rim Kana are cute together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Thats x Kitchel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;What if thief and thief become a pairing? A huge laughter!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAVORITE YAOI PAIRING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The most dreaded section. The same as favorite pairing one. Please don’t protest or anything if you don’t like the mentioned pairing. Respect the others opinion, okay?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Information: ‘Uke’ in Japanese means the submissive one in a Yaoi pairing while ‘Semme’ is the dominant one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dynasty Warriors&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Lu Xun (uke) x Lu Meng (semme)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The cutest YAOI pairing ever! I never thought that teacher and student will make the best yaoi pairing. I hope someday I can write a YAOI themed story about the two. But... I'm scared to even imagine the story...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Lu Xun (uke) x Gan Ning (semme)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The most common Yaoi pairing. Yeah, they are cute and I like them, but still prefer Lu Xun x Lu Meng. I more like them as sworn brothers, or soulmates, or best friends than yaoi couples. So, let's just give Lu Xun to Lu Meng and Gan Ning to Ling Tong...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Lu Xun (?) x Jiang Wei (?) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;This is the opposite of Lu Xun x Gan Ning pairing. Lu Xun and Jiang Wei have so many similarities.&lt;br /&gt;1.) They are a learning strategist&lt;br /&gt;2.) They are prodigies&lt;br /&gt;3.) They are still so young&lt;br /&gt;4.) Lu Xun is the future of Wu, while Jiang Wei is the future of Shu&lt;br /&gt;5.) They both have pretty face&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Lu Xun (uke) x Zhang He (semme)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;No particular reason. But the two are so cute! Even cuter than the Zhang He x Sima Yi one. I don't really understand why this pairing is not really popular. Boyan DW5 and Junyi DW5 will make a great yaoi couple and will be as great at Lu Xun x Lu Meng one...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Lu Xun (uke) x Zhao Yun (semme)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;No particular reason too. I just somehow accidentally found a fanart of Lu Xun x Zhao Yun from Google search and I've just realized that the two could be a very very nice couple (just like Jiang Wei x Zhao Yun one)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: Why are there so many Lu Xun pairing? And why the hell Lu Xun always be the uke? Well, it's because Lu Xun is my favorite character. The first time I saw him, I thought he was a girl (because he's even prettier than Xiao Qiao, IMO). And why always Lu Xun becomes the uke? It's simple, because he's so cute and looks like a girl. Moreover, I've ever read a fanfic about Lu Xun and Yuan Shao. Great... (Makes me wonder how the real Lu Xun from the history looked like...)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warriors Orochi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;(Not really like any...)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kingdom Hearts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Sora (uke) x Riku (semme)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Not really sure about the position but I like them so much!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Roxas (uke) x Axel (semme)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Yeah, obvious and you all know why I like them if you read my story&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Legend of Legaia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;(Don't have one)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final Fantasy Tactics&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;(Don't have one, except maybe Ramza and Delita)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yugi-Oh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;(Don't have one, but I like Atem and Seth together or Kaiba and Joywheeler)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yu Yu Hakuso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;(Don't have one)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dragon Knights&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;(Don't have one)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2972546931488690456-7870347532438690493?l=pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/7870347532438690493/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972546931488690456&amp;postID=7870347532438690493' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7870347532438690493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7870347532438690493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-pyros-imagination-part-2.html' title='WELCOME TO PYRO&apos;S IMAGINATION! 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Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, kayaknya lagi2 aku nggak bisa santai, nih. Mau nggak mau baliknya selalu ke blog ini. Soalnya, Ma'am Ing ngasih tugas lagi, dan lagi-lagi tugasnya menantang banget (tapi menarik). Tau apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEMBUAT CERITA DETEKTIF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu dikasih tugas dalam ini, kontan dalam hati aku mikir: "Yah... kenapa cuma 1000 kata? Kurang banget. Dari pada 1000 kata mending sekalian aja satu novel." Eh, bukannya aku bilang ini tugas gampang. Masalahnya tuh... baru 1/4 dan ternyata sudah 700 kata! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus, kenapa kok aku suka banget nulis? Nggak tau, ya? Sudah hobi sejak kecil. Anehnya, nilai Bahasa Indonesia-ku selalu dapat jelek (dan sampai sekarang aku juga nggak peduli). Dari 3 pelajaran bahasa  di sekolahku tercinta (SMA Kristen Gloria), Bahasa Indonesia, English, dan 汉语, aku paling suka Inggris, trus Mandarin juga lumayan suka (INI SEMUA GARA2 GAME YANG NAMANYA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DYNASTY WARRIORS&lt;/span&gt;!). Dan sebagai yang paling aku nggak suka, tentu saja Bahasa Indonesia. Nggak cuma Indonesia aja, nilai Kewarganegaraanku juga hancur-hancuran, lho... Membuktikan banget kalau aku ini nggak cinta tanah air sendiri. Ya nggak sih? Tapi, meskipun modelku kayak pengkhianat bangsa gini, aku ini termasuk orang yang setia dan taat sama negara, lho! (Ngaku2) Sebagai bukti, sampai sekarang aku masih hidup di Indonesia ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah... akhirnya jadi ngalor ngidul nggak jelas kayak orang sinting. Oke deh... langsung aja.&lt;br /&gt;'Detektif Story', tugas dari Ma'am Ing itu, meskipun cuma 1000 kata, tapi sangat menantang. Tau kenapa? Karena aku seumur hidup nggak suka baca cerita detektif. Model2 kayak karyanya Agatha Christie (Eh, tulisannya betul gini?), Conan Doyle, dan konco2nya itu aku nggak suka. Kalau komik model Detektif Conan, Detektif Kindaichi, de-el-el cuma aku baca kalo nganggur. Takut getu ngelihat pembunuhan... Jadi, kesimpulannya aku suka novel... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROMANCE OF THREE KINGDOM&lt;/span&gt; alias &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAMKOK&lt;/span&gt; alias &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAN KUO CHI YEN I&lt;/span&gt;! Aku sih maunya sekali2 disuruh membuat novel dengan tema &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinta2an&lt;/span&gt; (meskipun sekarang aku masih jojoba, eh, aku bukan promosi, lho...) atau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perang&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;0-0-0-0-0-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEKILAS INFO TENTANG PENCARIAN INSPIRASI DETEKTIF STORY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, pokoknya semasa aku membuat cerita ini, aku bergumul banget! Harus memikirkan trik pembunuhan yang keren kan nggak gampang. Yah, thanks God banget akhirnya aku bisa dapet trik yang lumayan keren. Dan tentang character....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Duh, bingung harus ngomong gimana. Masalahnya itu baru kali ini aku harus membuat cerita detektif, dan model detektif yang aku tau ya Conan Edogawa A.K.A Sinichi Kudo itu. Bingung deh gimana. Yang aku tahu adalah detektif itu ternyata murid SMA. Jadilah aku mau membuat chara detektifku seperti ini:&lt;br /&gt;- Cowok&lt;br /&gt;- SMA&lt;br /&gt;- Umurnya 17 tahun&lt;br /&gt;- Pinter tapi nggak culun&lt;br /&gt;- Cool tapi bersahabat&lt;br /&gt;- Bodi proporsional, nggak tinggi tapi juga nggak terlalu pendek (emang bodi termasuk kriteria, nih?) &lt;br /&gt;- Menolong kalau diperlukan (meskipun kadang agak jual mahal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus, tentang pelaku, aku punya pikiran seperti ini (hasil pikiranku dengan teman sekelompokku, Celia A.K.A Syah.Bana):&lt;br /&gt;- Cewek&lt;br /&gt;- Sudah akhir 20 tahunan&lt;br /&gt;- PD banget&lt;br /&gt;- Pinter berakting&lt;br /&gt;- Lemah lembut&lt;br /&gt;- Nggak gampang terguncang/kaget&lt;br /&gt;- Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentang si korban itu...&lt;br /&gt;- Cowok&lt;br /&gt;- Menginjak umur 30an&lt;br /&gt;- Orang baik2 (nggak nyebelin kayak yang biasa di komik2)&lt;br /&gt;- Kelihatan royal en superior&lt;br /&gt;- Orang kaya banget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo yang suspect itu...&lt;br /&gt;- Cowok&lt;br /&gt;- Rada serampangan&lt;br /&gt;- Emosional&lt;br /&gt;-Umurnya kayak si pelaku&lt;br /&gt;- Baik tapi nggak sabaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, biasanya kan di cerita2 ada inspektur atau kepala polisi (misalnya kalo di Conan itu Inspektur Megure dan di Kindaichi itu Inspektur Kenmochi). Di ceritaku ini bakal ada inspekturnya juga. Ciri2nya:&lt;br /&gt;- Cowok&lt;br /&gt;- Umurnya hampir 4o tahunan&lt;br /&gt;- Berwibawa&lt;br /&gt;- (Terlalu) cepat mengambil keputusan&lt;br /&gt;- Banyak 'makan garam' (alias bijak)&lt;br /&gt;- Leader sejati&lt;br /&gt;Rada beda sama inspektur Megure dan Kenmochi. Disini inspekturnya sangat serius banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus, sebagai tambahan, aku pengen ada seorang detektif untuk bantu2, atau bukan detektif sih... lebih tepatnya seorang ahli forensik, kayak Watson getuuuu... Ciri2nya:&lt;br /&gt;- Cowok&lt;br /&gt;- Umurnya sama kayak suspect n pelaku&lt;br /&gt;- Seolah2 ada split personality, kadang bisa lucu, di satu sisi bisa serius banget&lt;br /&gt;- Bertanggung jawab&lt;br /&gt;- Ada sifat loyal yang kuat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kalau personalitynya sudah selesai, SAATNYA MEMBUAT PLOT! Kira2 begini ceritanya (tolong jangen ditiru):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seorang direktur perusahaan terkenal ditemukan mayatnya di kantornya sendiri. Semua orang menyangka itu adalah bunuh diri. Namun, istri direktur tersebut yakin bahwa suaminya telah dibunuh seseorang. Akhirnya, polisi didatangkan. Atas perintah Inspektur, seorang ahli forensik menyelidiki kasus tersebut. Hasilnya sungguh mengejutkan! Rupanya, tersangka adalah teman lama korban, dan sekaligus sahabat karib ahli forensik tersebut, yang merupakan seorang kolektor senjata. Si ahli forensik percaya bahwa sahabatnya itu pasti bukan pelaku. Sayangnya semua bukti menunjukkan bahwa ialah sang pembunuh tersebut. Di tengah kebingungan ahli forensik tersebut, ia menerima telepon dari adiknya, seorang siswa SMA yang memiliki analisa yang hebat, sehingga sering terlibat dalam kasus2 seperti itu. Melihat adanya harapan tersebut, si ahli forensik menyruh adiknya untuk segera ke TKP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akankah sang detektif SMA tersebut berhasil mengungkap siapa pelakunya?&lt;br /&gt;Dan benarkan si tersangka itu pembunuhnya?&lt;br /&gt;(INI UNTUK PROMOSI. Hehehe... Ntar kalo sudah jadi, baca, ya?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nah, untuk triknya, masih dirahasiakan. Trus, untuk penamaan chara. Bingung juga nih. Soalnya nggak tahu juga harus apa. Akhirnya, setelah bergumul lagi, aku dapat suatu ide cemerlang dan sekaligus gila (untungnya disetujui Celia A.K.A Syah.Bana). Nama charanya itu adalah nama Chara dari DYNASTY WARRIORS! WAHAHAHAHA!!!! Soalnya emang aku sudah gila banget kalo ngomongin soal Dynasty Warriors, makanya idenya juga keluar dari Dynasty Warriors itu.  Tenang aja... ceritanya itu di dunia modern, cuma pinjem nama aja kok. Akhirnya, setelah mencocokkan chara dengan sifat serta perannya, aku (dan Syah) dapat hasil seperti ini:&lt;br /&gt;- Detektif: Lu Xun&lt;br /&gt;- Pelaku: Sun Shang Xiang&lt;br /&gt;- Korban: Liu Bei&lt;br /&gt;- Suspect: Gan Ning&lt;br /&gt;- Inspektur: Lu Meng (perhatian: 'Lu' dari Lu Xun nggak sama dengan 'Lu' dari Lu Meng)&lt;br /&gt;- Ahli forensik: Ling Tong&lt;br /&gt;Nah, untuk detektif, apa asiknya sih cerita kalo chara utamanya bukan Lu Xun (hehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;Trus, pelakunya Sun Shang Xiang itu atas keinginan Syah. Sekalian kan dalam sejarah asli tuh Sun Shang Xiang dipaksa menikahi Liu Bei&lt;br /&gt;Kalo korbannya, ya jelas aja Liu Bei-lah... suaminya Sun Shang Xiang&lt;br /&gt;Suspectnya Gan Ning karena pembunuhan disini ada hubunganya dengan cinta. Sun Shang Xiang itu di fanfiction selalu banyak fanpairingnya sama Gan Ning (nggak tahu di sejarah asli). Anehnya lagi, Gan Ning dan Liu bei itu di sejarah asli bukan teman lama lho...&lt;br /&gt;Inspekturnya Lu Meng. Sudah jelas tahu kenapa, kan? Lu Meng tuh berwibawa, persis seperti chara di cerita ini.&lt;br /&gt;Sementara untuk Ling Tong... jujur aja paling SWT. Ling Tong kan nggak mirip sama ahli forensik sama sekali, dan lagi dia bukan kakaknya Lu Xun! Tapi yah... kenapa Ling Tong disini jadi sodaranya Lu Xun? Begini asal usulnya: Chara kesukaanku kan Lu Xun, kalo adikku chara kesukaannya Ling Tong. Jadilah Lu Xun dan Ling Tong aku buat saudara. Bedanya, berhubung di game Dynasty Warriors umur Lu Xun 17 tahun sementara Ling Tong 22 atau 24 tahun (lupa...), aku bikin Lu Xun jadi si adik. Getu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Note: Buat Ma'am Ing (kalo baca). Sori, Ma'am, masalahanya bukannya aku mau promosi game, tapi aku suka banget game ini dan kayaknya game ini sudah mengkonsumsi 80% interestku. Mohon maaf...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Setelah chara selesai, lagi-lagi Pyromaniac (maksudnya saya) diskusi dengan temannya, Syah.Bana (maksudnya Celia) dan ternyata ada percakapan kira2 gini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pyro: Eh, detektifnya aku buat 17 tahun, ya? Kan charanya Lu Xun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Syah: 17?! Yang bener aja! Ini kan detektif betulan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pyro: Lho, detektif nggak boleh orang muda, ya? Trus Conan sama Kindaichi itu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Syah: Yah itukan detektif yang asal nimbrung. Ini nih detektiof sungguhan. Tau nggak? Persyaratan supaya jadi detektif itu harus blah...blah...blah... (persyaratannya panjang banget, aku sampe lupa...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pyro: Owww... getu... kalo gitu umurnya harus berapa tahun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Syah: 27 ato 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pyro: (Pingsan sangking kagetnya) Cel, yang bener! Mana mungkin Lu Xun umur 17!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Syah: Lho, Ling Tong kan umurnya 29. Mana mungkin ada kakak adik yang jaraknya 12 tahun. apalagi detektif yang masih muda getu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pyro: Tapi kan Lu Xun cute abis kalo 17 tahun. Dan sebenranya umur Ling Tong itu 22! Kalo Ling Tong umurnya dimanipulasi nggak apa, tapi jangan Lu Xun, dong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Akhirnya, terjadi tawar menawar umurnya Lu Xun. Dan akhirnya, diambil kesimpulan 20 tahun. Tapi, sebenarnya aku nggak puas. Ntar aku ganti.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972546931488690456-7977710600867877337?l=pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/7977710600867877337/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972546931488690456&amp;postID=7977710600867877337' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7977710600867877337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7977710600867877337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-pyros-imagination-part-1.html' title='WELCOME TO PYRO&apos;S IMAGINATION! - Part 1 -'/><author><name>Pyromaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360977275351929216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8DNQJ09pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3E2mG4bPAQ/S220/fireluxun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972546931488690456.post-7265700276479703016</id><published>2008-11-05T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:10:30.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say "NO" To UU APP!!!!</title><content type='html'>Halo! Ketemu lagi dengan saya Pyromaniac.&lt;br /&gt;Mulai dari posting ini, saya bakal pakai bahasa Indonesia. Selain itu, posting ini juga nggak ada hubungannya dengan tugas proyek bahasa Inggris. jadi, karena itu saya mau pakai bahasa Indonesia aja. Saat ini saya mau memberikan opini tentang UU APP yang baru-baru ini disahkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah... memang harus diakui, sich... saya ini juga masih siswa kelas 2 SMA. Nilai mata pelajaran Kewarganegaraan atau PPKn saya pun pas-pasan. Tidak hanya itu, bahkan tak ada satupun anggota keluarga saya yang memiliki latar belakang pendidikan hukum. Karena itu, mungkin opini dari saya ini terlihat seperti opini awam belaka. Meski demikian, saya jadi merasa geregetan banget sama pihak-pihak yang mengesahkan UU APP. Karena itulah, dengan mengabaikan keawaman saya dalam bidang hukum, saya tetap saja mau nulis. Siapa tahu berguna. (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut saya, sich... UU APP tuh kagak ada isinya. Malah kayak kata pepatah 'TONG KOSONG NYARING BUNYINYA'. Lihat dech, UU APP yang digembar-gemborkan pemerintah ini sebenarnya isinya apa, sich? Menurut saya pribadi, Undang-undang ini isinya cuma omong kosong belaka. Istilah bekennya dari bahasa Inggris itu 'Bullshit'. (=P) Waduh...waduh...waduh... maaf banget kalau saya pakai kata-kata yang tidak semestinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, jangan salah sangka dulu. Saya bilang seperti bukan karena saya tidak cinta negara. Saya cinta banget sama negara Indonesia. Bandingkan aja Indonesia sama negara-negara lain. Indonesia tuch kaya budaya, kaya suku bangsa, kaya bahasa, kaya SDM dan SDA, pokoknya semua-semua kaya dech! (=D) Sayangnya, kok kekayaan ini tidak bisa dipergunakan dengan baik, yach? Nah, dari sinilah kenapa saya jadi kurang puas. Saya jujur saja SANGAT TIDAK PUAS dengan pemerintahan Indonesia. Wong negara bagus-bagus kayak gini kok mau dihancurkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik lagi ke UU APP, dech. UU APP, nie... fungsinya apaan sich kalau bukan untuk memberatkan masyarakan? Tuch, kan? UU APP ini useless banget, dech! Wah, mungkin UU APP yang disahkan ini cuma sebagai bukti aja kalau DPR itu sebenarnya kerja, bukan cuma tidur-tiduran di rapat... (XD) Aneh juga, sich. Bayangin aja, ngapain juga pemerintah susah-susah ngurusin UU APP yang cuma bikin banyak protes dimana-mana? (@.@) Mendingan, perbaiki diri dulu, dech. Mulai sekarang, hiduplah bersih, jangan KKN. Kalau sudah, baru silakan 'main-main' dengan Undang-undang negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus, apaan sich dampak negatif yang bisa dibawa? Nah, sekali lagi saya harus menekankan kalau saya juga orang awam. Menurut saya (yang orang awam ini), UU APP bisa bikin ketidakadilan! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hehehe... kalau ngomong tentang ketidakadilan jadi ingat banget sama Ma Chao dari Dynasty Warriors 5 yang selalu ngomong 'Justice' :D)&lt;/span&gt;. Kenapa? Karena UU APP tuch hukumnya nggak jelas sama sekali! Hmmm... contohnya gini, nich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewek A: Pake kaos oblong-oblong, hot pants&lt;br /&gt;Cewek B: Pake kemeja lengkap, rok selutut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut kamu-kamu (yang waras) nich... mana yang lebih sopan hayooo??? Tentu aja cewek B lebih sopan, kan? Tapi, berhubung UU APP yang kita 'bangga-banggakan' ini nggak punya standard yang jelas, bisa aja orang mengganggap cewek B lebih porno dari cewek A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya! Satu jam yang lalu, nich... saya baru aja baca koran Jawa Pos (hehehe... maksudnya cuma lihat gambarnya doank!). Disitu ada karikatur lucu banget, dech! Itu ada gambarnya seorang ibu yang lagi menyusui anaknya yang masih bayi. Nggak tahunya, ada seorang bapak-bapak lain yang menuding ibu itu sambil bilang 'PORNO'! Nah, itu dia masalah lain dari UU APP. Emang menyusui itu pornoaksi, yach? Kok saya baru tahu, sich? Kalau gitu... HAI IBU-IBU! JANGAN MENYUSUI, DECH! ITU PORNOAKSI, DOSA TAHU...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konyol banget, kan? Justru kalau ibu-ibu tidak menyusui, lantas anaknya sakit dan mati, itu baru bisa disebut dosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi seluruh gamer yang main Dynasty Warriors 5, silakan baca bagian ini. Kalau bukan, baca aja paragraf selanjutnya...&lt;br /&gt;Coba anggap dech kalau keanekaragaman busana di Indonesia diibaratkan seperti game terbeken Dynasty Warriors. Menurut kamu-kamu, Zhen Ji (yang istrinya Cao Pi) sama Zhu Rong (yang istrinya Meng Huo) itu lebih buka-bukaan yang mana? Menurutku sich Zhu Rong. Tapi, gimana kalau orang lain menganggap Zhen Ji lebih buka-bukaan? Contoh lain, dech. Da Qiao sama Xiao Qiao lebih buka-bukaan mana? Menurutku Da Qiao. Tapi, gimana kalau orang lain menganggap Xiao Qiao lebih buka-bukaan? Nggak cuma itu... anggaplah semua cewek di Dynasty Warriors akhirnya pake baju tutup-tutupan kayak Yue Ying getu... gimana dengan cowok-cowoknya? Gimana dengan Lu Xun (hehehe... ini character kesukaanku, lho...), Zhang He (si banci yang bisa bikin merinding), dan Gan Ning (yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;six-pack&lt;/span&gt; banget)? Nggak adil banget! Masa semua cewek harus tutup-tutupan sementara cowok boleh buka-bukaan? Padahal, jujur saja menurut saya Lu Xun itu lebih 'seksi' dari Zhu Rong, lho... ^_^ (hehehe... soalnya saya kan cewek...). Nah, kalau sudah begitu, apa semua cowok pun harus berpakaian kayak Zhuge Liang? Wah, kalau getu, aku bisa-bisa ilfil sama Lu Xun... (kok jadi ngomongin Dynasty Warriors?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dikiranya hanya cewek saja kaum yang bisa membuat orang jadi bernafsu. Jujur, dech! Cewek pun kadang-kadang ngiler kan kalau melihat cowok ganteng yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;six-pack&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;, apalagi kalau bisa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flirting-flirting&lt;/span&gt; sama cewek. Jujur, dech... soalnya saya juga ngiler setiap kali melihat Lu Xun pas main Dynasty Warriors. ^_^ Intinya, nich, kalau mau adil seadil-adilnya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(latar suara dari belakang, suaranya Ma Chao: "JUSTICE!!!")&lt;/span&gt;, cowok pun harus punya UU APP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan cuma itu. Menurut saya, UU APP itu bukan hanya ditentukan dari cara pakaian saja. Percuma kan kalau kita pake baju tutup-tutupan (kayak Yue Ying misalnya) tapi kelakuannya sama aja kayak cewek yang tidak berpendidikan? Lebih baik, pakailah pakaian yang sewajarnya, jangan terlalu tertutup, tapi juga jangan terlalu terbuka, terus, berlakulah seperti cewek terhormat. Menurut saya, itulah UU APP yang paling efektif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalahnya, nich... pemerintah kita yang sok tahu (padahal nggak tahu apa-apa) sudah terlanjur mengesahkan UU APP.&lt;br /&gt;Saya jadi teringat sama omongan guru saya seperti ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuhan itu Maha Tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kita itu tidak tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pemerintah itu sok tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf kalau menurut anda bahasa saya ini terlalu tidak sopan. Tapi, memang pemerintah sendiri sebenarnya gimana, sich? Apa tidak ada pekerjaan lain untuk dikerjakan? Kalau tidak ada, ya saya rekrut saja untuk membantu saya belajar pelajaran Kewarganegaraan dan PPKn. Siapa tahu setelah itu saya dapat nilai bagus? Tapi, jujur saja dech... siapa juga yang mau minta diajari pemerintah? Lha wong hukum aja dipakai buat mainan. Bahkan ijazah saja palsu semua. Bisa-bisa setelah diajari mereka saya malah dapat nilai jelek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ampun... bapak dan ibu pemerintah... pikir pakai otak, donk... Kok bisa-bisanya UU APP disahkan? Tolong anda mikir pakai otak, donk. Jangan pakai dengkul&lt;br /&gt;Yeee... mau mikir gimana? Otak aja kagak punya... Atau mungkin punya, tapi tidak dipakai. Trus, sangking jarangnya dipakai sampai sudah jamuran dan tidak bisa lagi dibuat berpikir. Getu, yach? Ato mungkin setiap hari kerjaannya cuma tidur di gedung DPR? Wah... wah... wah... enak banget, yach? Sudah gaji tinggi selangit, kocek tebel sekamus, bisa tidur pas jam kerja pula! Saya saja selama ini terus-terusan belajar dan tidak pernah tidur di kelas. Tetap saja harus bayar uang sekolah. Boro-boro dapat nilai bagis, nilai saya juga banyak yang merah. Wah, bapak dan ibu pemerintah, saya iri lho sama anda semua! Ntar kalau sudah besar, saya mau jadi DPR, dech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik lagi ke UU APP. Sebenarnya apaan sih yang bisa didapat pemerintah dari pengesahan UU APP ini? Takutnya, jangan-jangan pemerintah selama ini dihasut sama pihak-pihak tak bertanggung jawab yang justru malah mau membuat Indonesia jadi chaos mode (kayak di Dynasty Warriors). Bisa-bisa UU APP ini dimanfaatkan untuk tujuan-tujuan yang tidak baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harapan saya sich... moga-moga pemerintah tobat, dech. Semisalkan bule-bule di Bali juga kena getahnya UU APP ini, pasti ntar mereka tidak mau ke Indonesia lagi. Bisa-bisa mereka jadi memandang Indonesia sebagai negara 'sok suci', padahal pemerintahnya sendiri nggak bersih dari korup. Kalau sudah getu, pasti debisa negara berkurang dan akhirnya malah kacau-kacau sendiri. Syukur dech kalau sudah terjadi. Moga-moga tobat. Kapok, hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, harapan saya nggak banyak. Saya cuma mau pemerintah mempertimbangkan UU APP ini baik-baik. Pikirkan dampak-dampak negatif di negara yang memang sudah amburadul ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian dech dari Pyromaniac...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972546931488690456-7265700276479703016?l=pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/7265700276479703016/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972546931488690456&amp;postID=7265700276479703016' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7265700276479703016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7265700276479703016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/2008/11/say-no-to-uu-app.html' title='Say &quot;NO&quot; To UU APP!!!!'/><author><name>Pyromaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360977275351929216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8DNQJ09pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3E2mG4bPAQ/S220/fireluxun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972546931488690456.post-2841712936078407003</id><published>2008-10-23T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:25:41.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on, PYRO! Get REAL!</title><content type='html'>Okay, actually I don't have any intention of making this post AT ALL (I might tell you). But I have to make this post since my previous posts about family aren't so related to 'Family' and yada... yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I'm so bored today. I'm in a BAD MOOD and I feel like burning everyone's houses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start, let me introduce my two posts about 'Family' before. First, I wrote about Lu Xun's father as wrtitten on a FanFiction. Hey, I'm still confused until now, you know... haven't found the answer yet. And my second post is about Lu Xun as my sworn 'brother'. (AAAARRRRGGGGHHH!!! Why should I use apostrophe?! &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;For the love of God, these apostrophes are so damn boring!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, eh? I have one father and one mother (Of course, you silly!) Yeah, and I have one smartass-brother of mine... (Hey, he's coming!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeelllll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starts from my dad. Well, my dad is a man of integrity. He's strict and discipline. So, that's why some people say that I'm a bit coward, especially about breaking rules. Well, in my family, we have so many rules, but that's what disciplines us. Let me tell you something, !I'M NOT A COWARD JUST BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BREAK RULES! Anyway, he’s a great father for me. There’s one thing that I’m very grateful about him. Let me tell you the story.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day on 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; on September…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My classmates had planned to play truant (crazy idea eh?). I, as a bit of lazy student, so wanted to do so too! I asked some of my friends and yes, their father allowed them to do it (some of their parents even suggested them!). And I thought “Well, if my friend’s parents allowed them, then why shouldn’t my father?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfortunately, my father didn’t allow me to. This was our conversation (of course I didn’t speak English! I translate it!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Hey, pops. Can I do something tomorrow?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dad: If the world doesn’t end tomorrow, so yeah, you may.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Well, this is ACTUALLY my FRIENDS’ plan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I emphasized on the word ‘ACTUALLY’ and ‘FRIENDS’)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dad: Yes…yes… what the heck are they planning?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: It’s about tomorrow. Well, since we all are so depressed with the school stuffs, can we… ummmm… well… play truant?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dad: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(glared at me with a glare that was worse from death)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR GOD’S SAKE, PYRO!!! YOU OF ALL PEOPLE MUSTN’T DO THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: But, pops, listen! Everybody do it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dad: Everybody but not YOU! NO, forget about the plan and tomorrow you should go to school per usual!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: What if all of my friends are all absent?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My dad: I will buy a PS3 for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Nah, this conversation is too exaggerated. I mean, my father didn’t say ‘what the heck’ of ‘for God’s sake’. Oh, and my dad doesn’t call me ‘PYRO’ anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And what happened the next day? All of my friends were absent, all but me, Celia, Steven Tam2, and Steven Tok. My homeclass teacher was mad at them (I could saw steam came out from her ears. Hey, don’t tell her!) and it looked like she would punish them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for three of us… our Mathematic, Physic, Chemistry score got an additional points! We were so lucky!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, if it wasn’t for my dad, I wouldn’t get some addition points, plus, I would be punished.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s about my dad!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Okay, now is my mom. She is like an ordinary mom. She is a house-wife but she has been a university teacher, but now not anymore. My mother isn't as busy as my father. In fact, she has a plenty of time to share with us since she doesn't work. Just like an ordinary mom, she's kind and helpful. There’s a funny story about me and my mom. It was when I had my blood-type tested. My mom is A when my father is O, so they expect me to have either A or O&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mom: I wonder what your blood-type is…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nonchalant answer)&lt;/span&gt; I’m not…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(Some minutes later…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doctor: Ms. Pyro? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Actually he said ‘Ms. Devina?’)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Yes?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doctor: This is the result.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(I took the paper and read it. My mom hadn’t read it, though…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mom: What’s your blood-type, Pyro?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: AB&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;My mom: WHAT AB? YOU’RE JOKING! I MEAN YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO HAVE AB TYPE! YOU SHOULD HAVE A OR O! OH NO! YOUR FATHER WOULDN’T BELIEVE THIS! WHOSE DAUGHTER YOU’RE, PYRO?! FROM THE BEGINNING OF BOTH MY FAMILY LINE AND YOUR FATHER’S FAMILY LINE, THERE AREN’T ANYONE THAT WAS BORN PYROMANIAC BUT YOU! AND NOW YOU’RE TELLING ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE IS AB! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;talked&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so fast that I need sometimes to understand all. Sometimes I wonder why she didn't out of her breath)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Come on, mom. Of course I’m joking. Mine is O.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mom: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sighed in relief)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Once again, my mom doesn’t call me ‘Pyro’ and she doesn’t talk that fast, you know…)&lt;/p&gt;Hehehe… my mom is funny, don’t you think?  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; --&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, next is my brother. He’s a smartass and his hobby is pretending that he knows everything when he doesn’t (hahaha… I’m joking). He always talks sarcastically without thinking that the way he speaks might not be pleasant to the other. Anyway, although he’s a SMARTASS, he’s really SMART too! He often gets good score on his test. Sometimes, I ask him for help for some lesson, especially Physic. Somehow, he manages to help me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As usual, there’s a funny conversation between me and him. This conversation was when he showed mw the game Dynasty Warriors for the first time (hey, I can’t be separated with that game, you know…)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Wow, this game looks cool!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My bro: Thought you would like. Okay, before you play, select the character that you want to play as.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Who’s the strongest?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My bro: This one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBp4lkDSMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5iPvBVorgxc/s1600-h/Lu+Bu+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBp4lkDSMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5iPvBVorgxc/s320/Lu+Bu+Eng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260320785645652162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBm8GZOQjI/AAAAAAAAANM/K47qpW_hYvo/s1600-h/Lu+Bu+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Ugh… I doubt he’s the strongest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My bro: Okay, how about this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBp4Gl3h_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/l8G58UspEes/s1600-h/Guan+Yu+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBp4Gl3h_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/l8G58UspEes/s320/Guan+Yu+Eng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260320777331771378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBm8LPbOvI/AAAAAAAAANU/Igag34P0nTM/s1600-h/Guan+Yu+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Nah, this guy's ugly! And what a long beard!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My bro: How about this? This is my favorite character.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBp3xHWU0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/15WC_BsJLnU/s1600-h/Ma+Chao+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBp3xHWU0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/15WC_BsJLnU/s320/Ma+Chao+Eng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260320771566621506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBm8eu-fvI/AAAAAAAAANc/M5MofVXIr0Q/s1600-h/Ma+Chao+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Who the hell he was?! A freak?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My bro: Grrrrmmm… this is the last! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this time, he showed a female character)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBp3tWg2TI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iR4GPAFKkes/s1600-h/Sun+Shang+Xiang+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBp3tWg2TI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iR4GPAFKkes/s320/Sun+Shang+Xiang+Eng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260320770556483890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBm8qKG6kI/AAAAAAAAANk/Kw8YubCliwY/s1600-h/Sun+Shang+Xiang+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Not so strong, I think…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My bro: ENOUGH! CHOOSE BY YOURSELF!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Wait. This girl’s cute. And, she looks strong too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(point at a character ‘you-know-who’)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBp3QTSXyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8by76Vyi0xI/s1600-h/Lu+Xun+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBp3QTSXyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8by76Vyi0xI/s320/Lu+Xun+Eng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260320762758324002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBm8y21FNI/AAAAAAAAANs/vnlyMA3Ux2E/s1600-h/Lu+Xun+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My bro: Huh? Which one? Lu Xun? A girl? Are you insane?! This is a boy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: She’s a girl! Haven’t you noticed her face and clothes?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My bro: Just because he looks a bit feminine, doesn’t mean she’s a girl!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Prove it, then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My bro: Okay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(He then chose Lu Xun as the player and began to play. That’s when I heard ‘her’ voice in the game and yeah, that ‘she’ is actually ‘he’)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My bro: What have I told you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Okay… okay… I admit defeat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My bro: You dumbass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two stubborn smartasses met and that was what happened… (Wait, I’m not a smartass!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBoDciPQAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/viQUMp1BaHE/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBoDciPQAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/viQUMp1BaHE/s400/DSC00281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260318773177434114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last (and the least) is me, my bro, and Einstein. Not the real Einstein. It's just a Einstein-robot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Okay, that’s about my family. I mean, my REAL family that have blood-bonds with me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972546931488690456-2841712936078407003?l=pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/2841712936078407003/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972546931488690456&amp;postID=2841712936078407003' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/2841712936078407003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/2841712936078407003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-on-pyro-get-real_23.html' title='Come on, PYRO! Get REAL!'/><author><name>Pyromaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360977275351929216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8DNQJ09pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3E2mG4bPAQ/S220/fireluxun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SQBp4lkDSMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5iPvBVorgxc/s72-c/Lu+Bu+Eng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972546931488690456.post-7357235390926437007</id><published>2008-10-22T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T03:45:35.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And That's Why I'm a PYROMANIAC</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to Evita. She wrote on her post that a family could be someone who is closest with us, whether that person is tied on blood relation or not. Great post! You should read her post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's where I get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's my 'family'...?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Good guess! My family is FIRE!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Of course not... =P Although, yes, I love FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a little hint... Look at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8Ghl2f9uI/AAAAAAAAAMs/XUtYF0mHfAk/s1600-h/The+Wu+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8Ghl2f9uI/AAAAAAAAAMs/XUtYF0mHfAk/s400/The+Wu+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259930063958177506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get any idea? No? Oh, man! You're all hopeless!&lt;br /&gt;My 'family' is, the WU KINGDOM! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... but, well, you know... not all of them. As I've promised, I will tell you my 'brother' from this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'brother' is... (ARGGGHHHH!!! This apostrophe again!) Guess who!&lt;br /&gt;Huh? NONE of you know? Well, my brother is as pyromaniac as me. Oh, correction. He's far more pyromaniac than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's... Lu Xun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;@.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?! If I think he's my brother, so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me explain, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8KYTgdgwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qfupk3ODsOk/s1600-h/Lu+Xun+Running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8KYTgdgwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qfupk3ODsOk/s200/Lu+Xun+Running.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259934302461592322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lu Xun is the coolest character in Dynasty Warriors series, you of all people should have known that! His Speed point is always be the best above all character. In DW4, he has an impressive Defense point, while in DW5, his Attack point is beyond average. In DW3, DW4, and DW5 he wields twin sword which are so cool and fast. As always, Chibi picture!!! Lu Xun from DW 4. He looks so cute, doesn't him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lu Xun in Dynasty Warriors is the youngest character (apart from Xiao Qiao). He's only 17 (historically incorrect). But still, I often wonder why KOEI makes Lu Xun so young? That's beyond my knowledge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's down to the business. Why I think Lu Xun is cool? Look at this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8L4IAfO7I/AAAAAAAAANE/MCVuCnmVkHA/s1600-h/Lu+Xun+%26+Gan+Ning+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8L4IAfO7I/AAAAAAAAANE/MCVuCnmVkHA/s320/Lu+Xun+%26+Gan+Ning+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259935948642139058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Lu Xun and Gan Ning. Look, Lu Xun is busy studying while Gan Ning is just yawning and soon falls asleep. They are completely laid back. Lu Xun is diligent and hardworking. He's a student after all... No, there's nothing wrong with the grammar. I use present tense because he IS really a student in the GAME. As in the REAL history, I don't know very well. I just know that he was a strategist of Wu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the next reason is that he's (and was, I mean, in the real history too) very courteous, humble, and respectful toward his superiors. Okay, that's mean, if he lived in our times, he would be a polite student who respectful toward his teachers. Well, to be honest, we as a students sometimes don't obey our teachers. From him, I learn that we should be respect toward the old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope his movie will make you easier to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7aeb093e0e21e8a0" 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://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7aeb093e0e21e8a0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6653EAA6011D5B096F6E8AB66164ABF750442226.7894F0DADBEC6761C446F4E0097EC22629D7FB99%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7aeb093e0e21e8a0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1yTnoBOsgEiEVmDh20g2vJ-wtBs&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://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7aeb093e0e21e8a0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6653EAA6011D5B096F6E8AB66164ABF750442226.7894F0DADBEC6761C446F4E0097EC22629D7FB99%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7aeb093e0e21e8a0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1yTnoBOsgEiEVmDh20g2vJ-wtBs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man with a high ponytail is Lu Meng, he's Lu Xun's teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he will try anything to not let his superiors, especially his teachers, down. Take a look at this video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-92b266952b595ede" 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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92b266952b595ede%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68E1E9C45C3D28E66BF8F2324D469C16ED77C3B4.30CD020A9A7714598FC4E991A35D03C981942A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92b266952b595ede%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJgL-APDlWYweeSo7itYz9Xm7rqo&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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92b266952b595ede%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68E1E9C45C3D28E66BF8F2324D469C16ED77C3B4.30CD020A9A7714598FC4E991A35D03C981942A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92b266952b595ede%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJgL-APDlWYweeSo7itYz9Xm7rqo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man with a long hair is Zhou Yu, another Lu Xun's teacher. That's mean Lu Xun has 2 teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he's so humble and patient (have I mentioned this before?). Let me tell you a story about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As Lu Xun was a fairly young officer, many doubted his capabilities as strategist. Liu Bei was after revenge for the death of his brother, Guan Yu, who had been defeated by Lu Meng at Fan Castle. Lu Xun was able to see that the Ruler of Shu was blinded by vengeance, therefore the young strategist was able to come up with a suited plan for the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Liu Bei's large army had camped at Yi Ling waiting for the Wu to charge. Lu Xun knew Liu Bei's plan and decided to counteract this by merely waiting for the perfect opportunity to utilise his plan fully. Lu Xun ordered his troops to wait until he gave further orders. Many officers of Wu challenged Lu Xun about his ideas, but Lu Xun remained calm against the hostility and his chance to strike Liu Bei soon arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Shu troops were losing morale as they were hot and restless. Even though knowing it would leave the camp suspectable to fire, Liu Bei moved the Shu camps towards the forest for shelter from the sun. Lu Xun was waiting for this moment to arrive, and soon ordered a fire attack against Liu Bei. The attack was launched by Zhu Ran, and Liu Bei's troops were decimated.Liu Bei decided it was better to retreat than face Wu now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Source &lt;a href="http://www.dynasticdestruction.shim.net/"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, there's a quite interesting story about it. I read the novel and yes, many officers of Wu doubted his ability. When Lu Xun was appointed as a commander at Yi Ling, most of them were disappointed. One of them named Zhou Tai. At first, he disagreed that the Emperor pointed Lu Xun as the commander. This what he said. "Why did our lord make a scholar the First Marshal? Now East Wu is lost!" In the other word, he belittled Lu Xun. It was correct, though. Lu Xun was still young and inexperienced that time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what happened in the end? Look at this video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c4f29bb05eda1d8" 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://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c4f29bb05eda1d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DFC3611739CE12AF1DED41D83DF07113F5EB30D.84F5C5E0B4E46F2A4BF03076C9BBC9FE07E93F0F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c4f29bb05eda1d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_R6I2BE5a4q6Ym_F0l2Sb2ndWV4&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://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c4f29bb05eda1d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DFC3611739CE12AF1DED41D83DF07113F5EB30D.84F5C5E0B4E46F2A4BF03076C9BBC9FE07E93F0F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c4f29bb05eda1d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_R6I2BE5a4q6Ym_F0l2Sb2ndWV4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man with a long sword that looks like katana is Zhou Tai.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Zhou Tai had seen how Lu Xun devised all the strategies and he respected him since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sun Quan, the Wu Emperor, received a report about how the generals refused to follow Lu Xun's order because of his young age, Sun Quan asked Lu Xun after he returned (and of course bring victory to them). This is the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sun Quan: "Why did you not report to me right away about the generals' disobeying military orders?"&lt;br /&gt;Lu Xun: “I receive great kindness from the country and have been given a position beyond my abilities. Moreover, out of the generals in question, some were the heart and spirit of the state, some fought as her teeth and claws; others were responsible in the building of the country’s foundation in some other way. They were all important and talented people of the country on whom the country relies. Although I have only mediocre qualities, I seek to imitate Xiangru and Kou Xun’s putting up with and working with their colleagues, for the well-being of the state.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;Source &lt;a href="http://www.kongming.net/novel/sgz/luxun.php"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next cool thing about Lu Xun is... he's cool. What's more? I mean, I don't know whether he was really cool in the real history but in DW5 he's so damn cool!!! Look at this video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a34ca2f8ba9f1bc7" 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://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da34ca2f8ba9f1bc7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3374AA94DA8F8A472920A61D114B09B4DC8ADA2.4CD74E21FBC2C20CD204E5D775AA93AF0387E2E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da34ca2f8ba9f1bc7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgre1d3hdId-w2nLyloNiMz-hI_8&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://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da34ca2f8ba9f1bc7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3374AA94DA8F8A472920A61D114B09B4DC8ADA2.4CD74E21FBC2C20CD204E5D775AA93AF0387E2E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da34ca2f8ba9f1bc7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgre1d3hdId-w2nLyloNiMz-hI_8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in the green clad is Guan Ping. Who the heck is he?! Let's just say he's Lu Xun's rival from Shu. Anyway, Guan Ping exaggerates to much when he says "Once I have avenged my father, this world shall return to order!". yes, Lu Xun DID kill his father. But they were enemies, weren't they? And since Guan Ping says that, is that mean once he killed Lu Xun, China will stop the war? Is that mean Lu Xun brings the chaos to the land? What a bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;But hey, don't give a damn about Guan Ping. Just look how Lu Xun dodges all Guan Ping's attack. He's so agile and fast (and cool...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next reason is...&lt;br /&gt;Dammit! Actually i don't want to tell you this. But it seems I have no choice. You can just look at the movie here and you'll understand everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e054aaa12e67a15" 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://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e054aaa12e67a15%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FDD583E12A47283EE200B50E15E9420B300C4E9.7E2988645EACF30F1CE8F52754B967E3F900FF19%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e054aaa12e67a15%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRjX5dhu3REuzhr_C6yifY2POrMI&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://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e054aaa12e67a15%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FDD583E12A47283EE200B50E15E9420B300C4E9.7E2988645EACF30F1CE8F52754B967E3F900FF19%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e054aaa12e67a15%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRjX5dhu3REuzhr_C6yifY2POrMI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find any clue? No? Oh CRAP! Should I explain it to you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, as what Zhu Rong (the amazon warrior) says, Lu Xun is cute. That's it. just as simple as cake. Yes, yes, Lu Xun is cute, isn't him? Although I'm SO sure that he wasn't cute in the real history. That's why I use Simple Present Tense (may I repeat). Sadly, why does Lu Xun look like a nerdy dumbass there? Well, that just makes him cuter, doesn't it? I absolutely agree with Zhu Rong when she says "Well, aren't you a cute one?". But I disagree when she says "I don't suppose you can fight." Actually, Lu Xun'd better says "Just because I'm cute, doesn't mean I can't fight!" And note that Lu Xun says "When I fight I turn into a raging fire!" Heck... what a way for Lu Xun to show his 'manliness'... Anyway, this cutscene is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last (and the least) is he's a pyromaniac too! Well, actually the reason why I become a pyromaniac is him and him alone. I started to be a pyromaniac when I saw this cutscene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-783b3311360db889" 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://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D783b3311360db889%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DABF766F4FF4F17E80AD103CCE0C2DE023536A5A.81424BDF9078AFB17F8CBD765CED155E2BB25B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D783b3311360db889%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2PtObAoRZuaIk2fYMXAV-GMQgv8&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://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D783b3311360db889%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DABF766F4FF4F17E80AD103CCE0C2DE023536A5A.81424BDF9078AFB17F8CBD765CED155E2BB25B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D783b3311360db889%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2PtObAoRZuaIk2fYMXAV-GMQgv8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this, I was thinking "OMG... Lu Xun is so cool with the fire." or "how cute a boy playing with fire..." And I was then thinking that if FIRE is cool too! That's why now I'm started to love fire and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT'S WHY I'M A PYROMANIAC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey! I'm happy being a pyromaniac, you know...&lt;br /&gt;Well, you might not believe it but this is true! Really!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I called him the 3P. What's 3P? 3P is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RODIGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (This is quite obvious. Lu Xun, although he was still young, had shown amazing talent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;YROMANIAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (MWAHAHAHA.... Some day Lu Xun and I will be arsonist! And I will burn your house so prepare yourself! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;RETTY BOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (This what I think. Because, when I played this game for the first time and I saw Lu Xun, I thought he was a girl! That's not my fault! Look at his clothes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, Lu Xun (from the game of course! Not from the real history!) and I have sworn an oath of brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lu Xun: Huh? Really? Since when?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Since I found out that you're a boy and not a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Lu Xun: I'm not a boy! I'm a MAN!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, okay, bro... you're a man. But a feminine one...&lt;br /&gt;Lu Xun: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Throws tantrum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... Well, awesome of a brother, isn't it? Lu Xun and fire both rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lu Xun from the picture is DW4 Lu Xun. Lu Xun from the video is DW5 Lu Xun. Lu Xun in my previous post (short-haired and wear no hat) is DW6 Lu Xun. However, from DW3 to DW6, he's still cool as usual, kicking ass through and through. From the beginning of the series, Lu Xun is always so girly for an unknown reason. In DW6, KOEI  makes him more manly and I think it's a futile effort since he's still girly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How about the rest of the Wu officers?&lt;br /&gt;Of course they are my family too! But still, Lu Xun is the 'closest' among all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WU CONQUER ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND LU XUN ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND FIRE RULES ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Lu Xun shall fall when the hell freeze over...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Disclaimer: None of those works are mine. They're not mine. Don't sue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note for Ma'am Ing: Once again, ma'am. I have the same problem. This time, I write about Lu Xun (Well, you know, just a character game) as my sworn 'brother'. I think he's like a part of my family so yeah. I hope this post would be counted too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972546931488690456-7357235390926437007?l=pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2c4f29bb05eda1d8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4e054aaa12e67a15&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=783b3311360db889&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7aeb093e0e21e8a0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=92b266952b595ede&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a34ca2f8ba9f1bc7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/7357235390926437007/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972546931488690456&amp;postID=7357235390926437007' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7357235390926437007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7357235390926437007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-thats-why-im-pyromaniac.html' title='And That&apos;s Why I&apos;m a PYROMANIAC'/><author><name>Pyromaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360977275351929216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8DNQJ09pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3E2mG4bPAQ/S220/fireluxun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8Ghl2f9uI/AAAAAAAAAMs/XUtYF0mHfAk/s72-c/The+Wu+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972546931488690456.post-2181381378484589833</id><published>2008-10-19T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T06:55:16.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GULLIVER (?) GOES TO CHINA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes, read the title again…&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And again…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And again…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What’s wrong with the title, eh? Everything seems alright…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, let me tell you then:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hehehe… Don’t you think the title is funny? Gulliver never went to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;BUT THAT’S THE TRUTH, EVERYBODY!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(grin)&lt;/span&gt; Let me tell you the story!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;On 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of June 2007, Gulliver went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Ummm…. I mean a ‘magical’ &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; where everything seemed to small for a normal human such as Gulliver.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmm… let’s see what was there. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; isn’t as small as &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; after all. So, there must be something interesting there…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPsyhi9WQRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5NbGDc9PTqE/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPsyhi9WQRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5NbGDc9PTqE/s200/DSC00696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258852541786374418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, first of all, Gulliver went to… ummm… it seems Gulliver has forgotten the name of the place. Probably it was Gui Lin, the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Thousands&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mountains&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Still, Gulliver wasn’t too sure of that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: Hey, look at the photo. Okay, do you think Gulliver really looks like that? Well, just…just simply think the person there is Gulliver we all know and love, kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, let’s not waste our time here. Somehow, Gulliver found a time machine there and…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWOOOSH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;… Gulliver was transported to the time of Ancient China. It was perhaps about 20 centuries ago. Heck, now Gulliver had to find the way home…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gulliver: Hmmm… so Gui Lin really has a mystical power, eh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPsyiDslY5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/vG7LhxGUCmM/s1600-h/DSC00703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPsyiDslY5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/vG7LhxGUCmM/s200/DSC00703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258852550574433170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs0Y9SUiGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rPlCtCzC65A/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs0Y9SUiGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rPlCtCzC65A/s200/DSC00710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258854593258096738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, the first to be seen was a lake. On the side of the lake were some buildings, probably a town. Well, Gulliver hoped that the people there could help, so yeah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, Gulliver arrived on the town, but most of it was a palace. (Somehow, Gulliver found it funny to see the tiny people, but Gulliver didn’t intend to harm them). Hey, don’t you realize something? There were some tiny trees, but there were also some giant trees. Since the giant trees were so common, Gulliver picked the tiny tree instead, as a souvenir, of course. (And Gulliver still has it until now!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs3pxvsg2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/wEJh7swxlok/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs3pxvsg2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/wEJh7swxlok/s200/DSC00699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258858180752737122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, Gulliver continued walking and finally reached the palace! I mean, Gulliver finally get so close with the palace. All of the people there were scared stiff. The soldiers brandished their spears and swords, but they knew their weapons were too small for the giant human. Their legs were shaking like jelly. Gulliver was, absolutely, dumbfounded here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soldier: “Yikes! Giant! Ghost! Help! AHHHHH!!!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gulliver: “Whoa! Calm down people! I don’t mean you any harm.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The soldiers lowered their weapon. The commander of the troops approached Gulliver.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Commander: It is in our concern about where you want to go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gulliver: Ummm… well, you might not believe me. But listen. Once again, I’m lost and ended up in this very place and time. Could you please show way to get back to year 2007?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The commander and his troops exchanged confused glance and they whispered to each other. The commander finally spoke up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Commander: Well, you may meet His Highness, the Emperor, he might know how to get your back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gulliver: Thanks!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs3puBv65I/AAAAAAAAAKw/M8wAqLlP1vM/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs3puBv65I/AAAAAAAAAKw/M8wAqLlP1vM/s200/DSC00700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258858179754716050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, the commander entered the castle and soon, he exited with the Emperor with him. (The castle was so small and Gulliver couldn’t enter). Gulliver saluted and the Emperor saluted back. Well, of course Gulliver told the problem to the Emperor. The Emperor nodded in understanding.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Emperor: I understand, Gulliver. Alright. We are willing to help you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gulliver: Thank you, Your Excellency.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPsyiyMp-RI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oUzt9pLiQj8/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPsyiyMp-RI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oUzt9pLiQj8/s200/DSC00705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258852563056982290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs0ZOfJBCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/duwPn9wm7tE/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs0ZOfJBCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/duwPn9wm7tE/s200/DSC00707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258854597875270690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, Gulliver, the Emperor, and his entourage started their journey. There, they found a great building called ‘The Great Wall’.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gulliver: What’s that, Your Highness?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Emperor: This building called “the Great Wall”. Our ancestors from Qin Dynasty built it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gulliver: Yeah, that’s great. (To be honest, Gulliver thought that the building was too small)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Emperor: However, many people died there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPsyjTr5WoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LGZ-yKKEGuo/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPsyjTr5WoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LGZ-yKKEGuo/s200/DSC00713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258852572046383746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, they finally arrived on the twin temple. There, the Emperor told a hermit the problem and asked how to bring Gulliver back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Emperor: Shi-fu, is there any way to teleported Gulliver back to the year of 2007?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hermit: yes…yes… of course it is. Go to a place called &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Forbidden City&lt;/st1:place&gt; and you will find the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(As usual, a hermit is always mysterious, don't you think?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs0ZdrfgtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Tq1Ni9TkSlU/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs0ZdrfgtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Tq1Ni9TkSlU/s200/DSC00708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258854601953608402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After getting a clue from the hermit. They walked together to a place called ‘&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Forbidden City&lt;/st1:place&gt;’. (It was really exist, you know?). Before that, since Gulliver felt a bit thirsty, they walked to a falls and drunk the fresh crystal clear water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs3qz_kzKI/AAAAAAAAALA/WOMv3vGG3HA/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs3qz_kzKI/AAAAAAAAALA/WOMv3vGG3HA/s200/DSC00704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258858198536080546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They finally reached the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Forbidden City&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gulliver: Why is it called forbidden?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Emperor: That’s because the palace was so great and there was even a city there. And now, no one was permitted to get into there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gulliver shrugged. Soon after, a beam appeared from the ground and…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWOOOSH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;…Gulliver back to 2007.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The journey was really fun. Gulliver finally decided to leave &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. After striking a pose on a gate, Gulliver left the place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs3rAUTH2I/AAAAAAAAALI/yHnBoxLPUeQ/s1600-h/DSC00717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPs3rAUTH2I/AAAAAAAAALI/yHnBoxLPUeQ/s200/DSC00717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258858201844227938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;---------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay! That’s about “Gulliver Goes To China”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, let me tell you something....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gulliver there... is ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;(And I'm still wearing that funny hat of mine, but I really like it, you know...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;MWAHAHAHA!!! Surprised? Well, yeah, that’s why Gulliver there was a girl. Well, most of it was just a crap (especially about the time machine in Gui Lin).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of course I never be teleport to 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course I never meet any Emperors of Ancient China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And of course I never drink in water from a falls&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And most of all, I never think Great Wall is small!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, let me tell you the true story. I went to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in December 2007. I stayed in Shen Zhen. There was a place called “Splendid of China”. My family and I spent a day there. The place was filled with the tiny artificial buildings of Ancient China. That was why I looked like Gulliver there. I’m really excited there since I’m a bit of Ancient Chinese History freak. I like the place so much!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, nothing more to tell.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, and Gulliver says you should go there! It was really fun, you know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972546931488690456-2181381378484589833?l=pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/2181381378484589833/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972546931488690456&amp;postID=2181381378484589833' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/2181381378484589833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/2181381378484589833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-read-title-again-and-again-and.html' title='GULLIVER (?) GOES TO CHINA!'/><author><name>Pyromaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360977275351929216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8DNQJ09pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3E2mG4bPAQ/S220/fireluxun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SPsyhi9WQRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5NbGDc9PTqE/s72-c/DSC00696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972546931488690456.post-1992030132188646330</id><published>2008-09-18T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:40:20.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'FRIENDS' (with apostrophes...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SOjM0SOj1jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BUQoPdrF1cg/s1600-h/DW6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SOjM0SOj1jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BUQoPdrF1cg/s200/DW6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253674163945854514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Big spoiler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not for those who are easily bored by bullshit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer: None of these are my my original artworks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is actually dedicated to my friend, Syah-Bana. She wrote in her post that she had a horse as friend. I find it true. I mean, our friends don't need to be human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some 'friends' who aren't humans. You want to know?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I think that you all will be soooooooo..... shocked that you will jumped out of your skin. So, prepare yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My friends, to be honest, are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Blink-blink... 0.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting long enough, eh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you well-prepared enough for this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Okay, my 'friends' are...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME CHARACTERS FROM GAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahahahaha.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm happy I can make you all surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(It's actually obvious. Just look at the picture on the left upper side of this post... =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dumbfounded... @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you may think that I'm crazy, especially after knowing that I'm a pyromaniac, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be honest, I don't have so many good friends or soulmates. So yeah, slowly but sure, those 'humans' I meet from game become my 'friends'.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Now I'm talking about my 'friends' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ARG! Enough with this apostrophes! What's so wrong with having friends with those from games?)&lt;/span&gt; from my favorite game ever and forever, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dynasty Warriors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You want me to show you about my friends? Well, I searching for a video about them in YouTube and finally I found a funny one! Hey, I never thought that my friends are so famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{"Tee-hee... of course they are famous, you pyromaniac idiot!"}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay, that's you. I don't care if I'm a pyromaniac idiot or something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... I mean, yes, they are famous and it is undoubted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Nyyaaah... this isn't my work. You can find the source &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kW6aeJ1t2JY"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;! Credited to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Phat139"&gt;Phat139&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for the awesome video. Okay, don't sue...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b7b8eabd9e63361a" 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://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db7b8eabd9e63361a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFCDC101FBFE4FFC83D09557E3F1EB56F9B77AA3.304E87DA320F7E0BC174E3CE9D2F331F3BDD468F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db7b8eabd9e63361a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlsCV7YB_zVGgbAL0QgRG9cjHg8g&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://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db7b8eabd9e63361a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024613%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFCDC101FBFE4FFC83D09557E3F1EB56F9B77AA3.304E87DA320F7E0BC174E3CE9D2F331F3BDD468F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db7b8eabd9e63361a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlsCV7YB_zVGgbAL0QgRG9cjHg8g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately, these are from Dynasty Warriors 6. I don't find any from Dynasty Warriors 5.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Okay, everybody! Let me introduced my friends to you all! (OMG... it would be a long explanation....). Now, start from 00:18!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, not only my friends, but it has already happened to be a part of my families. And that's from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KINGDOM of WU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(standing applause...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP3aaAs9NBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Co2CE5_uXLk/s1600-h/wu-alls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP3aaAs9NBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Co2CE5_uXLk/s320/wu-alls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259600080238621714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;00:18-00:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The boy who appeared at the first time, jumping merrily, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lu Xun&lt;/span&gt;. Thinking about it, since he is my favorite character, he become my closest friend too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;00:19-00:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then, it was four man, dancing with a funny move. From the left, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lu Meng&lt;/span&gt; (yeah, don't say you don't know him yet. He is Lu Xun's teacher, remember?). Then it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling Tong&lt;/span&gt; (Gan Ning's sworn brother whose father was killed by Gan Ning himself). Then, the shortest one is... of course it Lu Xun! And the most right is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gan Ning&lt;/span&gt; (the ex-pirate who later joined Wu and became Ling Tong's brother).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:34-00:39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Next, it was two girl, wearing the exactly same clothes. They look like twins. They are the Qiao's sister. Okay. Who are they? They were said to be the most beautiful girls in China that time. It said that their beauty shone brighter than any moon or stars and put the most beautiful flower to shame. The girl on the left is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da Qiao&lt;/span&gt;, the older among the two and the other is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xiao Qiao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:40-00:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Next, it was two man. Yep, you might think that the one with the high pony-tail is girl. But HE isn't. HE is a MAN. The girly-looking man is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhou Yu&lt;/span&gt; and the other one is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun Ce&lt;/span&gt;. They were also a sworn brothers like Gan Ning and Ling Tong. But since their story wasn't as interesting as Gan Ning's and Ling Tong's, I put theirs instead. (just for information, Zhou Yu was another Lu Xun's teacher when Sun Ce was, ACTUALLY, Lu Xun's father-in-law &lt;according the="" real="" lu="" xun="" was="" married="" to="" sun="" ce="" s="" daughter=""&gt;&lt;according real="" lu="" xun="" was="" married="" to="" sun="" ce="" s="" daughter=""&gt;&gt;)&lt;/according&gt;&lt;/according&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:46-00:55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then, the next was the formation of Sun Ce - Da Qiao - Xiao Qiao - Zhou Yu. Yep. Da Qiao was Sun Ce's wife (that makes Da Qiao was Lu Xun's mother-in-law) when Xiao Qiao was Zhou Yu's wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The next (in the very short period of time) is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taishi Ci &lt;/span&gt;with the funny-looking triangle hat. He was another good friend of Sun Ce but wasn't as close as Zhou Yu. Oh, and they started by being a rival as well (a rival, not enemy). Next to Taishi Ci is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huang Gai&lt;/span&gt;. He was a veteran warrior and why he is holding a bomb is beyond my knowledge. I'm quite sure that in that period, bomb hasn't been invented yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;00:57-01:07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Next, from the left, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun Shang Xiang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun Quan&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhou Tai&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, crap! Forget to tell you. Have you realized the name Sun Ce, Sun Quan, and Sun Shang Xiang? They both had the same family name. It's Sun. Yeah. They were siblings. I mean they were REAL siblings, not just sworn. Sun Ce was the oldest, then it was Sun Quan, then Sun Shang Xiang. Sun Quan was the first Wu Emperor. Okay, why not Sun Ce became the first emperor since he was the oldest? The answer is Sun Ce didn't live long enough when Wu was finally declared as a new Kingdom, so Sun Quan was the first emperor. In fact, Sun Ce died at the age of 26. Sun Quan outlived him a lot. That's about the Sun siblings. Then, who's Zhou Tai? Zhou Tai was Sun Quan most-trusted bodyguard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:08-01:09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Next is Sun Jian and Liu Bei. Forget about Liu Bei first. Sun Jian is the one who wears red clad. He, once again, had Sun as the family name. Yep. Sun Jian was Sun Ce's, Sun Quan's, and Sun Shang Xiang's father. He too, didn't live long enough just like his oldest son. He died at the age of 36.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOT!!!! Wu has so many friendship relation doesn't it? That's why the kingdom I like most is Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm trying to tell you the every realtionship each character has:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sun Ce &amp;amp; Sun Quan &amp;amp; Sun Shang Xiang: Sun siblings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The three Sun sibling and Sun Jian: Children and father&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sun Jian and Huang Gai: Master and (the most) loyal subordinate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zhou Yu and Sun Ce: Sworn brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sun Ce and Da Qiao: Husband and wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zhou Yu and Xiao Qiao: Husband and wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao: Sisters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sun Ce and Taishi Ci: War comrades (also a good rival, but a good friend too)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sun Quan and Zhou Tai: Master and bodyguard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sun Ce and Lu Xun: Father-in-law and son-in-law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Da Qiao and Lu Xun: Mother-in-law and son-in-law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zhou Yu and Lu Xun: Teacher and student&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lu Meng and Lu Xun: Teacher and student (That makes Zhou Yu-Lu Meng-Lu Xun: fellow strategists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gan Ning and Ling Tong: Sworn brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lu Meng, Lu Xun, Ling Tong, and Gan Ning: Casual friends and also war comrades&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;15 relationships?! Damn, so many!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SOjCf6vNIdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yhBSFQPOX_Y/s1600-h/wu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SOjCf6vNIdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yhBSFQPOX_Y/s320/wu.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253662818926666194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Next is..... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KINGDOM of SHU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Not really my favorite but yeah, they are cool too.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP3aZgqOtXI/AAAAAAAAALw/fURkHRgNnps/s1600-h/shu-alls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP3aZgqOtXI/AAAAAAAAALw/fURkHRgNnps/s320/shu-alls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259600071637251442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:08-01:09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The first one is the Shu Emperor, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liu Bei&lt;/span&gt;. Erm, since it isn't about Wu, I won't explain a lot about it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:09-01:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Then, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guan Ping&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xing Cai&lt;/span&gt;. Who are they? Xing Cai was, according to the real history, Liu Bei's daughter-in-law. But don't know why, in Dynasty Warriors, she is having a slight love relationship with Guan Ping (not true according to the real history though, since Guan Ping was about 19 years older than Xing Cai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;01:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Next, the three sworn brother. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liu Bei&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guan Yu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhang Fei&lt;/span&gt;. Their oath in peach garden was, actually, quite famous. If you're a bit of Three-Kingdoms-history freak like me, you can find that their oath was the beginning of the Three Kingdoms period. Well, although they were the most famous, I'm not a Shu-ist (it means a person who likes Shu most). I'm a Wu-ist so I won't spend my time here explaining a lot about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;01:21-01:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The next three is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jiang Wei&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhao Yun&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma Chao&lt;/span&gt;. They didn't have any relationship actually. Jiang Wei is far younger than both. Well, Zhao Yun and Ma Chao did have a relationship. They were simply the famous Five Tiger General of Shu (I will explain more later).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;01:32-01:43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In the first second is a woman. And the next is a man and woman. They are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhuge Liang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yue Ying&lt;/span&gt;. Who are they? Well, I understand if you don't know Yue Ying. She was Zhuge Liang's wife. But if you don't know Zhuge Liang... well, you'd better leave ASAP. Zhuge Liang was the most brilliant strategist in the Three Kingdoms era. If you don't know yet, watch the 'Battle of Red Cliff' movie. Oh, and he was the MOST famous person from Three Kingdoms Era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the relation from Shu are just made-up, not according to real history. And that's why they aren't my favorite. Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei: Sworn brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zhao Yun, Ma Chao, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Huang Zhong (not in movie): the Five Tiger General (they are the strongest and the most reliable general from Shu)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guan Yu and Guan Ping: Step-father and step-son&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zhang Fei and Xing Cai: Father and daughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liu bei and Xing Cai: Father-in-law and daughter-in-law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yue Ying and Zhuge Liang: Husband and wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zhuge Liang and Pang Tong (not in movie): Fellow strategists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zhuge Liang and Jiang Wei: Teacher and student&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Not so many, to be honest. And furthermore, none of my concern...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SOjCf-xj-UI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UfIA0J28ias/s1600-h/shu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SOjCf-xj-UI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UfIA0J28ias/s320/shu.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253662820010293570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...now...now... is the infamous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KINGDOM of WEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;. I have my own reason for this. First, they simply aren't my favorite. Second, they still simply aren't my favorite. lastly, they will always be simply aren't my favorite. So, you'll meet big spoilers and something like 'meh...' or 'I-don't-care-about-it' stuffs here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP3aZ4rRYwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IalbpZBqBig/s1600-h/wei-alls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP3aZ4rRYwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IalbpZBqBig/s320/wei-alls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259600078084072194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;01:44-01:54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The first is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhen Ji&lt;/span&gt; and the next is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cao Pi&lt;/span&gt;. Zhen Ji was Cao Pi's wife and also the Empress of Wei when Cao Pi was the first Emperor of Wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;From the first to the last, that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cao Ren&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dian Wei&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xu Zhu&lt;/span&gt;. Who are they? Just... just don't give a damn about them. Continue read. If I have enough time to waste, I will explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:56-02:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WARNING! The chara on the left is MAN!  Although he looks like a girl. He was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhang He&lt;/span&gt;, a famous general of Wei. But why the game makes him like a drag queen is, once again, beyond my knowledge. Than, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhang Liao&lt;/span&gt;, and on the left is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xu Huang&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why, but on 02:08, Suddenly Zhang Liao disappears and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sima Yi&lt;/span&gt; pops up. Okay, Sima Yi is, ACTUALLY, the winner of the Three Kingdoms. Nah, Wei wasn't the winner. It was Sima Family that rule China in the end. And yada... yada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02:19-02:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xiahou Dun&lt;/span&gt; in the first time (beware, he isn't as cute as he looks in the movie). Then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xiahou Yuan&lt;/span&gt;, Xiahou Dun, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cao Cao&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cao Pi&lt;/span&gt; are dancing all together. Xiahou Yuan was Xiaghou Dun's brother and both Xiahous were Cao Cao's cousin. Oh, and Cao Ren was also Cao Cao's cousin. Cao Pi was Cao Cao's son. Well, Cao Cao didn't live long enough to be emperor so Cao Pi was the first Wei Emperor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as usual, the relation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cao Cao and Cao Pi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Father and son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Xiahou Dun and Xiahou Yuan: Xiahou brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cao Cao, Cao Ren, and Xiahou brothers: Cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cao Pi and Zhen Ji: Husband and wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cao Cao and Dian Wei: Master and bodyguard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cao Cao and Xu Zhu: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Master and bodyguard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cao Cao and Zhen Ji: Father-in-law and daughter-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom with the least relationship. Makes me bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SOjCgDjuwII/AAAAAAAAAJU/a3cg9loJoqU/s1600-h/wei.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SOjCgDjuwII/AAAAAAAAAJU/a3cg9loJoqU/s320/wei.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253662821294456962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ARG! And now is the Ronin or you can say 'Other'. Actually, I REALLY don't want to explain, but yeah... here they are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP3aZTNNqwI/AAAAAAAAALo/dPK1-s3L7Kw/s1600-h/other-alls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP3aZTNNqwI/AAAAAAAAALo/dPK1-s3L7Kw/s320/other-alls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259600068025887490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;02:34-02:44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lu Bu&lt;/span&gt;. Who is he? He was the strongest warrior in Three Kingdoms Era. There's a saying like this: "Among men, Lu Bu... among horse, Red Hare". Red Hare was Lu Bu's horse. It says that it could run 500 miles per day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02:45-02:57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The first is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diao Chan&lt;/span&gt;. Lu Bu's wife. Then, it's Lu Bu, Diao Chan, and Zhang Liao. Zhang Liao, before working under Cao Cao of Wei, was actually Lu Bu's most trusted subordinate. Nothing much to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SOjCgAGVgcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Z3VWn-lFgdc/s1600-h/ronin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SOjCgAGVgcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Z3VWn-lFgdc/s320/ronin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253662820365861314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02:59-03:08&lt;br /&gt;Then, all of the characters I have mentioned before appeared once again and meshed into one. Well, if you still don't know them, read my writings above. I'm not going to explain once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03:09&lt;br /&gt;It's Xiao Qiao. End of explanation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dynastywarriors6.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SOjOX-zBhXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/N8F5QjVL0J8/s200/dw6_logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253675876717004146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CREDIT:     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(Click the logo to show the official sites)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well.... What do you think? You're free to call me a weirdo, but heck, that's the truth. Hope you respect it. Alright. That's for now. I'm tired after writing this so many writings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note (just for Ma'am Ing): So sorry that I'm writing a lot of crap, Ma'am. But, you said that I just have to write about 'Friend'.  I assume that it's save to say that you allowed any of us to write anything that related to 'Friendship'.  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I just want to share my experience in the Church about friendship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some weeks ago, I was asked to accompany the kids in the Sunday school in the Church so I did it. Since it was the kids that gonna be taught, the topic wasn’t so hard. It was about (guess what?) FRIENDSHIP.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;First of all, the Sunday school teacher gave each kids a piece of paper and each of them was written a bible verse (although I’m not a kid, and my job was just to accompany them, the Sunday school teacher gave me a piece of paper too!). That time, I got Proverbs 18:24.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other verse is:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proverbs 12:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“The righteous is more excellent than his neighbour: but the way of the wicked seduceth them.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This verse teaches us that ones should show and lead their friends to follow the right path. The right path is to obey the Lord’s order and not to commit sins. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proverbs 17:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“He that covereth a transgression seeketh love; but he that repeateth a matter separateth very friends.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This verse tells us that a friend shouldn’t remember his friend’s mistake. A friend should forgive and forget the mistakes that his or her friend do. A quote by anonymous says: “A best way to keep a friendship is to bury their mistakes.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proverbs 17:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It tells us that a true friendship is proved through any situation, condition, and circumstance, and a true friendship is last forever. And a true friend will always listen to us, as if we’re his or her brother or sister. A quote by Plato says: “A true friendship is everlasting and forever.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proverbs 18:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This verse simply tells us that a friend shouldn’t give his or her friend a negative effects to his or her friend, instead, such as the first point, he or she must gave a positive effects to his or her friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proverbs 22:24-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Make no friendship with an angry man; and with a furious man thou shalt not go: Lest thou learn his ways, and get a snare to thy soul.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This verse teaches us that as a friend, we shouldn’t be angry at our friend if he or she makes a mistake. Making a mistake is human’s nature after all. No one is completely perfect. Instead we should help our friend if they are in need.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proverbs 27:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It teaches us that as a friend, we should help each other and build each other in Faith. Thus, God will give us a stronger faith in Christ and a stronger bond of friendship with our fellow. We can apply it by giving support to our friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;We mustn’t insist our friend to become a good friend such as the Bible said. In fact, we should do it first. We must become a good friend in case we want to make many good friends. And who says it’s easy? It’s hard, you should know. But there’s a story from the Bible that tells us about a really strong friendship. It’s the story about the friendship of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;David and Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This is what Bible says about their friendship from 1 Samuel 18:3 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Then Jonathan and David made a covenant, because he loved him as his own soul.”&lt;/span&gt; Furthermore, read 2 Samuel 1:26 “I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.” This was what David lamented when he heard that his friend, Jonathan, killed in a battle against Philistim. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As a closing, the Sunday school teacher wrote this in the board:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"FORGIVE each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REFRESH each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INVEST IN each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;NCOURAGE each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NURTURE each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEPEND ON each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHARE each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INSPIRE each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRAY each other"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And, as a Sunday school usually do when the class is over, we prayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972546931488690456-8415942197218461595?l=pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/8415942197218461595/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972546931488690456&amp;postID=8415942197218461595' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/8415942197218461595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/8415942197218461595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/2008/09/friendship-according-to-proverbs-bible.html' title='FRIENDSHIP according to PROVERBS (Bible)'/><author><name>Pyromaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360977275351929216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8DNQJ09pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3E2mG4bPAQ/S220/fireluxun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972546931488690456.post-430260414751121608</id><published>2008-09-11T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:49:55.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>According to Chinese History... WHAT IS FRIEND?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hello! It’s Devina (yet again…). Getting bored with my boring name? You can call me Pyromaniac if you want to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;(Tee-hee... It's my nickname in I-net and I'm REALLY a PYROMANIAC, you know...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Here, as I've promised, I want to discuss again about Friendship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As I've told you before, I want to tell you a friendship based on this game, or based on the REAL HISTORY. Well, is this related to friendship? Yes, must say. Let me tell you this first. Well, not like the previous post, this isn't a FanFiction. This is a true story! A real interesting story about friendship of two warriors. Guess who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK-CEMtfH7I/AAAAAAAAABg/K7nRfGvIYWU/s1600-h/Friends-Chibi+Gan+Ning+and+Ling+Tong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237547900298272690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK-CEMtfH7I/AAAAAAAAABg/K7nRfGvIYWU/s400/Friends-Chibi+Gan+Ning+and+Ling+Tong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Look at this picture. This is the Chibi Version of the 2 warriors character. Do you notice something? Yes! They are fighting, but the in the lower is written ‘FRIEND’. What’s this mean?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This will need a rather long explanation. (So, I suggest you take your popcorn and coffee, plus turn on you MP3 player so you wont get bored). The one with the spiky hair named Gan Ning. The other one, the one with the high ponytail called Ling Tong. This is their story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ling Tong was an officer under Sun Quan, Wu Kingdom’s Emperor when Gan Ning was a former pirate recruited by Sun Quan’s enemy, Huang Zu. One they, Sun Quan declared war against Huang Zu. In the batltle, a tragedy happened. Ling Tong’s father, Ling Cao, was killed by Gan Ning. Ling Tong then swore revenge on Gan Ning and he tried to kill Gan Ning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMkkaZg_FNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HD6qoeiWwO0/s1600-h/Mbokamsud9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMkkaZg_FNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HD6qoeiWwO0/s400/Mbokamsud9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244763276994090194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Note: I show you this picture just for fun so you don't get bored! I know it's Japanese but I'm sure you know what that means, right? If you don't understand, just simply skip the picture.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, when Huang Zu was finally defeated, Lu Meng, Sun Quan’s head strategist, promoted Gan Ning and proposed to Sun Quan to make him one of their officers. Sun Quan decided to take Gan Ning as his officer. That made Ling Tong more and more furious.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One day, in a banquet, Ling Tong nearly killed Gan Ning. Luckily, Lu Meng separate them from each other. Since then, Lu Meng and his apprentice, Lu Xun, tried to ensure Ling Tong to forget his past and make friend with Gan Ning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Several times later, the two joined another battle. In short, Gan Ning’s ambush was a complete success. Their strategy worked well due to his effort. Both Sun Quan, Lu Meng and Lu Xun praised him. That made Ling Tong envied him. The next day, he asked permission from Sun Quan to lead the attack. And Sun Quan gave him permission. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When Ling Tong finally arrived at the enemy headquarters, the enemy general challenged him for one-on-one battle. Ling Tong accepted the challenge and they fought. Suddenly, the enemy reinforcement arrived and one of the troops shot and arrow. It struck Ling Tong’s horse. In that critical time, another arrow shot the enemy general and he died. Ling Tong was saved, but he didn’t have any idea who had shot the arrow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When he finally got to his camp, he guessed that it might be Lu Meng or Lu Xun who helped him. He asked Lu Meng about it and Lu Meng told him that it was Gan Ning who had helped him. Since then, Ling Tong realized his mistake and apologized to Gan Ning for thinking him as his nemesis. Both of them forgave each other and they finally became a good friend. They even swore an oath of brotherhood.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Several years after, Lu Meng had passed away and Lu Xun succeeded the position of head strategist. The next year, a massive army of foreign kingdom attacked their Kingdom. Lu Xun, as the head strategist, ordered Wu trusted officers, Ling Tong and Gan Ning, to repel them. Lu Xun had no knowledge that Gan Ning was sick that time. But, instead of telling Lu Xun, Gan Ning forced himself to go to the battle. And, Gan Ning killed in the battle. Ling Tong was so grieving at his sworn-brother’s death. After that battle, Ling Tong was never mentioned anymore. It seemed that he committed suicide after that. Lu Xun, finding out about this, utterly regretted and mourned at the two brothers’ demise.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMklX3M5XlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6ps9to3Dbwg/s1600-h/L3G+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMklX3M5XlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6ps9to3Dbwg/s200/L3G+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244764332934913618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I have another Chibi picture. (Tee-hee... I like chibi pictures! They look so cute :3) The boy in front, holding two swords, is Lu Xun. The man with the spiky hair on the left side is Gan Ning. The man in the middle with the brown hair and wearing armor is Lu Meng. In the right side is Ling Tong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey, that’s a really interesting story, isn’t it? I mean, how can two enemies ended up as friends? Don’t you find this is a bit funny? But, in fact, it has happened. Gan Ning killed Ling Tong’s father at first, but later he saved Ling Tong. Thinking about the two, don’t you think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORGIVENESS&lt;/span&gt; is an important essence to make build a friendship? I don’t have any experience of having a friend who was my former enemy, so that’s why I tell you about this story. Oh, and this is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUE&lt;/span&gt; story. There are many more stories about it. Forgiveness can change your enemy to your friend, and this might be the strongest foundation of all king of friendship. So, forgive someone you hate and never recall any of his/her mistakes. Who knows someday he/she will be your best friend? No one knows…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I’m going to play ‘Dynasty Warriors’ now! If I found any interesting thing in this game, I surely will tell you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyway, talking about Dynasty Warriors, I currently write a fan-fiction story about this game.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK-EtriXypI/AAAAAAAAACI/BPlE6Ja0Sog/s1600-h/ngapain+tuh%21%21%21.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237550811971046034" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK-EtriXypI/AAAAAAAAACI/BPlE6Ja0Sog/s400/ngapain+tuh%21%21%21.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Please visit! And after you read, don't forget to give some review, okay?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4379071/1/When_the_Door_Unlocked"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4379071/1/When_the_Door_Unlocked&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;But, once again, my fan-fiction is historycally incorrect...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;NOTE: All of this picture isn't my original work, I simply found it in Google search and Photo Bucket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972546931488690456-430260414751121608?l=pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/430260414751121608/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972546931488690456&amp;postID=430260414751121608' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/430260414751121608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/430260414751121608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/2008/09/according-to-chinese-history-what-is.html' title='According to Chinese History... WHAT IS FRIEND?'/><author><name>Pyromaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360977275351929216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8DNQJ09pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3E2mG4bPAQ/S220/fireluxun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK-CEMtfH7I/AAAAAAAAABg/K7nRfGvIYWU/s72-c/Friends-Chibi+Gan+Ning+and+Ling+Tong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972546931488690456.post-1706239389836365369</id><published>2008-09-11T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:53:12.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Loves Me... No, He Loves Me Not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening, everyone! How're you? Fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, this article is about family! But I won't simply just mumbling about how to make a good relationship between your family or something like that. Because the answer is: I don't think that we can make a good relationship with our family by our own effort merely, it's need every family's members effort to create a nice family. Besides, I'm not a psychologist nor a counselor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And... what do you think about the title? Heck, it's not about me! I DO know that my father loves me. So... who do you think the person is? Who says this?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Okay, it will be a bit boring and confusing for those who haven't known yet. Do you know a game called Dynasty Warriors? Certainly I don't want to make you spend your precious time by reading a long explanation about the game. It will take forever. So, just simply read the text next to the left with the tittle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;'A LITTLE EXPLANATION ABOUT MY FAV GAME'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMkh_y-oeUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ik614ueMOfE/s1600-h/Chibi+DW+5+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMkh_y-oeUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ik614ueMOfE/s320/Chibi+DW+5+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244760620949600578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I read a FanFiction about this game. Well, a FanFiction is a story tells about another fictional story. But it's not made by the original creator, instead it's created by the fanatics. If you find my explanation is not clear enough, read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fanfiction"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;! The FanFiction is about my favorite character, Lu Xun! WOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here goes the fun! (I mean the synopsis...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lu Xun, an officer of Wu was captured by Wei Kingdom. Well, you must already know what if a force could capture an enemy. They tortured him and did everything to extract information from him. But he kept his mouth shut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, what does it do with family? Okay. Let me tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day, the Wei army advanced toward a village called Wujun. That place was, in fact, Lu Xun's first home before he had joined Wu. In that place was Lu Xun's father, Lu Jun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Lu Jun was the leader of Wujun. As an information, Lu Xun's mother had passed away when he was very young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Okay, this is the part when the story really begin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cao Cao, the Emperor of Wei, insist Lu Jun to give up the village for his own troops. And, as you've predicted, Lu Jun refused. But, upon seeing his son, and Cao Cao threatened him to kill Lu Xun, he finally gave up the city. And... when Cao Cao finally got the city, he ordered his troops to take Lu Jun to the forest and kill him there. In the end, however, Lu Jun miraculously survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And, what's the problem? You can simply say that he loved his son so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMkYzH4ZK8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/f0sKo81aMl0/s1600-h/Lu+Xun,+Zhou+Yu,+and+Zhang+He.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMkYzH4ZK8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/f0sKo81aMl0/s320/Lu+Xun,+Zhou+Yu,+and+Zhang+He.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244750507617627074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;That's what I though at first, but when I further read the story, I become insure about that. The reason why Lu Xun worked under Wu was that he had ran away from home and had no choice other than to serve under Wu Kingdom. He ran away from home because his father often treated him badly and trained him so hard that he never had chance to play or do anything like other children of his age when he was just a little boy. His father insisted him to train with his sword so he would be a strong person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Well... well... Actually I want to show you a picture of Lu Xun and his father. But, heck, haven't found any fan-art of it. The boys in the middle is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lu Xun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;. The purple-haired man is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Zhang He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; officer who captures Lu Xun. The man in red clad, brings a sword is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zhou Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;, Lu Xun's teacher and also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;'s main strategist. This picture is, however, is DW3, not DW5. My favorite game is Dynasty Warriors 5, not 3.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;That's the story. If you want to know the complete version of the story, you can read &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1280629/1/Bring_Me_to_Life"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt; But, I want to remind you that since it is a FanFiction, it's historically incorrect. For example, Lu Xun is supposed to be an orphan since a very young age. And as information, according to the game Lu Xun is 17 years old, so I assume that he is also 17 years old in this FanFiction. Lu Xun's original name, however, Lu Yi, was correct according to the history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, now you get the point don't you? I mean, I tried to figure out about whether Lu Jun really loved his son or not. It's confusing, really. Just think, if he really loved his son, he shouldn't had treated him badly, should he? What I think is that he didn't love his son.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Other people opinions, however, are utterly different from mine. I've asked my mother, my cousin, and some of my friends. But they DO have the same opinion. They said that Lu Jun really loved his son.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It's confusing! If he didn't love his son, then why should he give up his city and even himself? But if he really loved his son, then why had he treated Lu Xun badly in his early childhood?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't really have anything to discuss. But, what do you think? Do you have the same thought as me or as my mom, cousins, and friends? This is not he first one. Almost every father-son relationship is usually confusing. The problem is that not only a father was extremely busy for sparing his time with his children, it's also about men's nature. A mother can say "I love you" to her children much easier than a father can do. This is the problem...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What do you think about that? Have any idea? If you have any, I will be glad if you want to tell me via comment. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMke3pFOtjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ooI_fwsWLFQ/s1600-h/LM+LX+GN+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMke3pFOtjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ooI_fwsWLFQ/s200/LM+LX+GN+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244757182319081010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Gosh... I'm still curious of what happen next. Yep, the story is still in-progress, but I think it had been discontinued. Well, I have another picture of it. Nah, this doesn't do anything with this post actually. It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lu Meng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gan Ning&lt;/span&gt;, and of course, the oh-so-cute-looking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lu Xun&lt;/span&gt; is there too! Who's Lu Meng and Gan Ning? We'll see in the next post! The most important thing is... it's about FRIENDSHIP! 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No, He Loves Me Not...'/><author><name>Pyromaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360977275351929216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8DNQJ09pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3E2mG4bPAQ/S220/fireluxun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMkh_y-oeUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ik614ueMOfE/s72-c/Chibi+DW+5+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972546931488690456.post-7412522617515676573</id><published>2008-09-05T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:01:10.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure in SAAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hiya, friends! It’s (guess who?!) Devina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Just to let you know, my favorite color is orange! So, from now on, let's use orange!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, now I want to share my experience in traveling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But, heck, it’s not a real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TRAVELING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;, after all. It’s just visiting. But I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;VISITING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is a part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TRAVELING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; too! So, yeah, here it goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guess where I went to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alright, just to the point. At 17 August 2008 (heck, this is supposed to be Indonesian Independence Day) to 18 August 2008, some of my churchmates and me were having a… what’s that… let’s just say that we were having a small and short-period bible camp. It was on &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFFBnKKVrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZV0ffwLgCoQ/s1600-h/CIMG6731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFFBnKKVrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZV0ffwLgCoQ/s200/CIMG6731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242547335229757106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In our way back to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Surabaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, we visited this place called ‘SAAT’. Oh well, don’t pretend that you don’t know SAAT, okay? It’s the university where you can study Christian theology. In the other word, it’s a place where some Christians who are called by God do be a priest study in. in Indonesian, it’s ‘SEMINARI ALKITAB ASIA TENGGARA’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFGLK6J1CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zIhDRBzV5m0/s1600-h/DSC00048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFGLK6J1CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zIhDRBzV5m0/s200/DSC00048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242548598956741666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, we park our car and get off from the oh-so-bloody-boring-and-crowded car. Well, what do you think? Of course it must be the first thing everybody does when they arrive somewhere, right? Crap, the parking area was so damn big! We can have a football field there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then, the next thing we did is… as usual, take a picture of ourselves in front of the enterance. Hey, it’s not like we’re some loony narcists. But we h&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFG88NQi3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/OZtpUuOj62c/s1600-h/CIMG6697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFG88NQi3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/OZtpUuOj62c/s200/CIMG6697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242549454003800946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ave to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFG8ja1O2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ITkt2Mah62w/s1600-h/CIMG6694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFG8ja1O2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ITkt2Mah62w/s200/CIMG6694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242549447349844834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at least record this special event, don’t we? Tee-hee, we took 2 pictures. I was the one standing on the very right, wearing green t-shirt and a strange-looking yellow hat (if you don’t know yet, that’s my favorite hat. Hey, I like wearing hat!). Look, behind us was a big globe. It’s not looking very good in my picture due to the inability of the camera to picture a good photo. But if you see it by yourself, you’ll see how detailed it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFH1uJ1v6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/y98uePI2EsM/s1600-h/DSC00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFH1uJ1v6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/y98uePI2EsM/s200/DSC00047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242550429483909026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking pictures of ourselves, we entered the building. Sadly, the security didn’t allow us to use the main entrance so we used the left side entrance instead (CURSE THAT SECURITY! ooops.. no cursing...). This is the picture of the left side of the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFIYnpLiPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NY5dqbLqFCM/s1600-h/DSC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFIYnpLiPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NY5dqbLqFCM/s200/DSC00021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242551029031733490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFIYessfrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6tUmQqy9Dyk/s1600-h/DSC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFIYessfrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6tUmQqy9Dyk/s200/DSC00018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242551026630557362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFIYJ2rxiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4rOPbnI13M4/s1600-h/DSC00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFIYJ2rxiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4rOPbnI13M4/s200/DSC00019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242551021035308578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly I didn’t take many photos compared to my other friends. I just take three pictures. The first was my picture with the living room as the back ground. And the second is the most useless and worthless one. It was the lamp. Hey, but you should admit that the lamp’s design was beautiful, wasn’t it? And the last picture is me, standing in front of a statue of Jesus Christ washing one of His disciples’ feet, probably Peter. Under the statue was a writing ‘TO SERVE NOT TO BE SERVED’. Well, I’m not gonna preach on this thing so you’d better read John 13:1-17 if you want to know about it. Oh, and the reason why I using the same pose (yeah, the so famous peace pose) for the 2 pictures and why I took the photo of a lamp, only God knows. To be honest, I also don’t know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFJiRyRmuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/t3UG1fBq9lw/s1600-h/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFJiRyRmuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/t3UG1fBq9lw/s200/DSC00027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242552294474619618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFJiCHeKhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JL5_1dGNb6I/s1600-h/DSC00043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFJiCHeKhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JL5_1dGNb6I/s200/DSC00043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242552290268555794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFKfFpU8fI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Czg111qICnk/s1600-h/CIMG6710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFKfFpU8fI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Czg111qICnk/s200/CIMG6710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242553339187884530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then, we exited the building. These two pictures is the view of the building from the back side. Seeing this beautiful view, we can’t fight our will to take another picture. So yeah, the next picture is some of my friends and I, still using my hat. Oh, and if you are curious about was statue behind us was, it was a statue of Jesus Christ when He helped the doubtful Peter out of the stormy sea. If you want to know more, see Matthew 14:22-33.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFLMvNqBKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0hz7GHqRPcs/s1600-h/DSC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFLMvNqBKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0hz7GHqRPcs/s200/DSC00025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242554123440227490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we continued our journey, we took a last glance of the view. This is the view from the opposing side. There was another two buildings and if you saw in the far right was a huge bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFL1R1xh4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/OZ6SfnnnWG8/s1600-h/DSC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFL1R1xh4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/OZ6SfnnnWG8/s200/DSC00026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242554819930064770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our next…ummm…destination was the library. Unfortunately, we weren’t allowed to enter since the students were studying. Well, nothing much to say other than we SHOULD be very quiet there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFMZqj9VfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KdMlsNPmZNs/s1600-h/DSC00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFMZqj9VfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KdMlsNPmZNs/s200/DSC00032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242555445041518066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFMZ3KWiMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vfX0iEQnufg/s1600-h/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFMZ3KWiMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vfX0iEQnufg/s200/DSC00030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242555448423778498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we entered the other building. Yes, the one with the writings ‘SOLUS CHRISTUS’ and ‘SOLI DEO GLORIA’. I forgot to take the picture of the first floor. But I managed to take one on the second floor. This is the canteen. From there we could take a better look of the first building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFNMPxoVaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cba1JhoeUxs/s1600-h/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFNMPxoVaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cba1JhoeUxs/s200/DSC00033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242556314024433058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFNMUFJFWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8Gx7k-48MgQ/s1600-h/CIMG6721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFNMUFJFWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8Gx7k-48MgQ/s200/CIMG6721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242556315180012898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still from the second floor, we looked down and found a small pond there. And, as usual, we ended up taking another picture…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFOU_mDqoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nleVD4ByQ24/s1600-h/DSC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFOU_mDqoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nleVD4ByQ24/s200/DSC00034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242557563811375746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We continued our journey. But, since we all were getting very tired, the tour didn’t went as interesting as before. This is a picture of a really bigass building, which I didn’t know the function. It’s so big that I couldn’t take all of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFNvkWriVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XZ5tQI9lX9M/s1600-h/DSC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFNvkWriVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XZ5tQI9lX9M/s200/DSC00028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242556920843962706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Furthermore, we found the student dormitories. They were all had a minimalist design, but I should admit they were beautiful. The only thing that bothered me was that ALL of the dorms have the same design! Hey, were they out of idea when they designed them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFO5lKTw5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/-vZkGV6oMxo/s1600-h/DSC00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFO5lKTw5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/-vZkGV6oMxo/s200/DSC00024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242558192370828178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh well, it was time to end our journey. We went back to the car park. We use that way, under the white ceiling but still outdoor. Maybe to prevent the rain from wetting the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFPdrwk7_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/NK9Syy_Oi0Y/s1600-h/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFPdrwk7_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/NK9Syy_Oi0Y/s200/DSC00035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242558812617240562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFPd6gXveI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tX9ThEkCF3M/s1600-h/DSC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFPd6gXveI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tX9ThEkCF3M/s200/DSC00039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242558816575798754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, these are another view I saw there. I took the pictures because I think they were simply beautiful. No specific nor detailed information, though. I’ve told you much enough. Oh, crap, why always there was a tree to cover the good view, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFPeYlXrDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nNX4j9F8uHw/s1600-h/DSC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFPeYlXrDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nNX4j9F8uHw/s200/DSC00037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242558824649829426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFPeOYufrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dNrvs7luNRE/s1600-h/DSC00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFPeOYufrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dNrvs7luNRE/s200/DSC00042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242558821912444594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFPeOYufrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dNrvs7luNRE/s1600-h/DSC00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFPeOYufrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dNrvs7luNRE/s200/DSC00042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242558821912444594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thinking about all of this, I think the university was built in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Malang&lt;/st1:city&gt;, far away from large town such as &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Surabaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, to make more peaceful circumstance and situation. Yeah, it was so quiet and peaceful. More like a villa but much quieter. But I enjoyed it though. I don’t know whether it was only my suggestive or it was really true, I really felt God’s presence there. Maybe they arrange the building to be like that so the students can feel that God is everywhere around them, to protect them from doing sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Then, after we reached the car park, we got on our car and left the place. So do I now! Bye! See you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFQjzdVq1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/o0idQZVYA0s/s1600-h/DSC00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFQjzdVq1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/o0idQZVYA0s/s200/DSC00045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242560017274874706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972546931488690456-7412522617515676573?l=pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/7412522617515676573/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972546931488690456&amp;postID=7412522617515676573' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7412522617515676573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7412522617515676573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/2008/09/adventure-in-saat.html' title='Adventure in SAAT'/><author><name>Pyromaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360977275351929216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8DNQJ09pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3E2mG4bPAQ/S220/fireluxun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SMFFBnKKVrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZV0ffwLgCoQ/s72-c/CIMG6731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972546931488690456.post-7448338732212813986</id><published>2008-08-22T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:31:26.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIEND or SUPERMAN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK99QYlhYZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-h4dWOau7wY/s1600-h/ph-10077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237542612086382994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" height="386" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK99QYlhYZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-h4dWOau7wY/s320/ph-10077.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friendship!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, this is a hard topic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here’s a quote from Henry Nouwen: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness. That’s a friend who cares.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;And there also an anonymous quote says, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch with never saying a word, and walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you’ve had.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;So, what a friend &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TRULY&lt;/span&gt; are? What I think is that friend is a person who is very close to you, that’s for sure. But what I mean here, friend is not someone who can always help you. Friend is not someone that you can lean against every time you get trouble. Why? Because friend, how perfect he or she is, is also a human. They DO have weakness. So, don’t think that friend is a kind of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;‘PROBLEM-SOLVER’&lt;/span&gt; who can give you helping hand whenever you need. That’s superhero, not friend ^_^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK-BLbjdt0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/odorYk11QSI/s1600-h/superman.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237546925030225730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 322px" height="331" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK-BLbjdt0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/odorYk11QSI/s400/superman.png" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;Friends. They are humans, right? They do have &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;WEAKNESS&lt;/span&gt; and they are not &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;. No one is perfect. As I said before, friend couldn’t always help us. But, at least there is something they can do. They are humans, that’s mean they have a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;FEELING&lt;/span&gt;. Meaning, they can understand us. That’s a friend truly are. Someone who &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CARES&lt;/span&gt; about you, someone who &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SYMPATHIZE&lt;/span&gt; with you, someone who &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;GIVES&lt;/span&gt; his/her &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SHOULDER&lt;/span&gt; to us for cry on, and someone who &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;UNDERSTAND&lt;/span&gt; us and share our pain and joy together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;Epicurus, a philosopher said &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“It is not so much our friend’s help that helps us, as the confidence of their help.”&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes a friend can help us when we get into trouble. His/her help might lighten our burden, but not as much as their sympathy. A friend’s helping hand isn’t as helpful as his/her caring shoulder. Do you get what I mean? They always be by our side, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; for be a bodyguard or a kind of superman. They can’t always help you since they are also humans just like you. So, what friends are for? They are there by your side, to talk with you whenever you feel down and they are there to strengthen you, not for solving your every problems. They are willing to face your problem along with you. Take a difference between &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SOLVING YOUR PROBLEMS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;FACING YOUR PROBLEM WITH YOU&lt;/span&gt;. Their help may not helps us a lot, I remind you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK99yXuZs2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9WAQeIoImOU/s1600-h/sayings0021.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237543195970745186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" height="167" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK99yXuZs2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9WAQeIoImOU/s400/sayings0021.gif" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;I have an experience about this. I once wished my friend to be very helpful. Well, in the other word, I expected so much from her. I finally found out that she is a human, so there’s no way she could be a perfect person. Since then, I started not to measure a friend by their capability to help us, instead from their willing to understand us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;That’s friends truly are. However, sometimes when you call them, they don’t answer. That’s mean: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;THAT’S YOUR TURN TO GIVE THEM SYMPATHY&lt;/span&gt;. There must be a turn when you give them your shoulder. A friend mustn’t be an egoist. If you understand this, I’m sure you will have a stronger bond and more understanding friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK99yXuZs2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9WAQeIoImOU/s1600-h/sayings0021.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972546931488690456-7448338732212813986?l=pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/7448338732212813986/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972546931488690456&amp;postID=7448338732212813986' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7448338732212813986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972546931488690456/posts/default/7448338732212813986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromaniac-mystic.blogspot.com/2008/08/friendship-wow-this-is-hard-topic.html' title='FRIEND or SUPERMAN?'/><author><name>Pyromaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360977275351929216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SP8DNQJ09pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3E2mG4bPAQ/S220/fireluxun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNmpqTfazWk/SK99QYlhYZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-h4dWOau7wY/s72-c/ph-10077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
