<?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-941308773643706915</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:00:10.718-08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Welcoming'/><category term='Pure Awesome'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Irony'/><category term='Writers Month'/><category term='Deep Stuff'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Writin&apos;'/><category term='Campin&apos;'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Illusion-Esk</title><subtitle type='html'>just a quirky canadian</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-8115494486579701695</id><published>2011-06-22T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:30:13.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNsKHTrE3EM/TgJb1Yt-g9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A9pgB3Uz3Ok/s1600/I%2527m%2Bnot%2Bher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621156257638286290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNsKHTrE3EM/TgJb1Yt-g9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A9pgB3Uz3Ok/s400/I%2527m%2Bnot%2Bher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm Not Her &lt;em&gt;is a novel written by Janet Gurtler. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kristina is is not the same person as her sister. In fact, Kristina could be the complete opposite. She is the sporty one, the popular one and the beautiful one. Her life is seemingly perfect. That is, until she gets cancer in her knee. It is now Tess, Kristina's younger sister, that everyone is interested in. She suddenly becomes popular after years of being a 'nobody'. Boys like her. She starts to like boys. Her first date, her first kiss, loss of a friend, ect. The day that Tess's older sister, Kristina, got cancer, was the day that Tess's life changed forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I got this book in a contest and from first glance thought it would be about a girl trying to live up to be another girl. Probably some teen romance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was right on one account, but not on the other. Although this book has some romance within it, it is, more-or-less, about the sisterly bond between Tess and Kristina and how they come to cope and deal with everything happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I stopped reading this book around page 88 the first time I picked it up. I figured, 'hey, I don't like crying like an idiot in the car ride just from reading a book.' This book hit home hard. It was realistic with the family problems and everything else that I saw playing over those pages. So, of course, I had to keep reading the book and I was glad I did. I would almost call it inspiring, but I won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Although it's a great book with lovely writing, it's a story we have all heard before, just with a new cover and different details. It's the classic sibling gets sick, unpopular sibling has to deal with it and goes through shit. Badabling, badaboom. If you aren't for the touchy stuff like that, I wouldn't recommend it. If you are, go for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Personally, I liked the book and I'm not complaining about it even though it had tears pouring down my face most of the time. It was great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Laters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-8115494486579701695?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/8115494486579701695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-her.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/8115494486579701695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/8115494486579701695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-her.html' title='I&apos;m Not Her'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNsKHTrE3EM/TgJb1Yt-g9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A9pgB3Uz3Ok/s72-c/I%2527m%2Bnot%2Bher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-8821220493567742971</id><published>2011-06-11T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T13:15:59.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQNoNfEy6wU/TfPMsaFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MSacNb9-8wI/s1600/burger%2Bcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617058223550916002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQNoNfEy6wU/TfPMsaFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MSacNb9-8wI/s400/burger%2Bcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked my mom for a burger and this is what she got me. A hamburger cake. &lt;/em&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/941308773643706915-8821220493567742971?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/8821220493567742971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-asked-my-mom-for-burger-and-this-is.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/8821220493567742971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/8821220493567742971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-asked-my-mom-for-burger-and-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQNoNfEy6wU/TfPMsaFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MSacNb9-8wI/s72-c/burger%2Bcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-8204935236474904303</id><published>2011-06-08T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:46:06.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if red ran out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other night while eating dinner, my mother aksed, "What if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; ran out?" Natrally, she explained why she asked before we could even answer. It ends up that it's the title of a poetry book by Katia Grubisic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Personally, I wonder what it means by 'what if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; ran out', but it's a poery book, so you can't really expect it to make too much sense. But it got me thinking nonetheless. What's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Apples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Strawberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rasberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What if all of that just vanished? We would die, of course. People can't live without blood! And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; means blood, and without &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, we are without blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; ran out, we would all die. TA-DA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Laters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-8204935236474904303?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/8204935236474904303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-if-red-ran-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/8204935236474904303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/8204935236474904303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-if-red-ran-out.html' title='What if red ran out'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-4641322905601359086</id><published>2011-01-21T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:40:20.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564879904588318738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TTpsygqySBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HdbVhTOsLM8/s400/DSCN3061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All photo credit should go to myself, just because, well, I took the picture. Just saying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Currently, there is snow on the ground, so this picture could be counted as misleading, but those leaves are real and from sometime earlier when I could still go outside without a sweater on without freezing to death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Been an off-season for my blogging and such, maybe it's school, maybe it's my exams next week. Maybe it's my playing of flute recently. Seriously, as a flute-player, I often find myself lightheaded; bringing on less thought process and getting lazier and not comprehending simple things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps it's having a boyfriend? Maybe it's that the girl I have been calling my sister who had been living in my house is going back to her original country, not sure. All &lt;/em&gt;I &lt;em&gt;know is that I am tired for once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's a funny occurrence, actually. I had never been tired last year, but then again, I only got up around 9 am last year, this year is three hours earlier and staying up until the dead hours of night trying to get to sleep or listening to silly, teen (well, Shannon) music. Mom says I may have a low Iron level, but whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564878884130757666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TTpr3HKvnCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eA5HmpT60bQ/s400/aaa%2B032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Now here is what I have done for fun as a rebellious teenager in past not so far away. Math. Pthhhbbtthth. I take that and BANG! But anyway, other hobbies include the brand new and flourishing knitting of a blue scarf. I believe the pattern turned out to be knit 9 rows, pearl 1. Looks good so far, should be putting up pictures if I ever finish it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Regardless, I'm tired as nothing else. I feel like a sloth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Laters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-4641322905601359086?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/4641322905601359086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-photo-credit-should-go-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/4641322905601359086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/4641322905601359086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-photo-credit-should-go-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TTpsygqySBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HdbVhTOsLM8/s72-c/DSCN3061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-3056555737535730033</id><published>2011-01-21T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:10:26.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call of the Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently, I have been listening to&lt;/em&gt; Call of the Wild&lt;em&gt; on my ipod while riding the bus to and fro from school. The book was written by Jack London.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At first, I didn't really get it, but then realised that it was all about this one dog: Buck. Now, At times, I would be sitting there wringing my hands in anticipation of what would happen next, but then have to get off the bus to go to class or something silly like that. Or perhaps it would be my friend started to talk to me, so I would press pause and wind up my headphones again, and wait until I could listen to it next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It had taken a little time to get into the writing style, but I'm thinking I'll go back and listen to it again to pick up all the details I missed, but I can tell you one thing, I loved this one sled dog that Buck was put into a group with. Buck being a dog himself, he was large and with an unbreakable spirit. Personally, my favourite dog from it all was Dave, what with him being so relaxed and to himself, he reminded me of my friend's dog who I had adored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All together, I liked the book and would have possibly wanted to have seen more violence, but that's just me. Again, this would be a &lt;a href="http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/read-remember-recommend-for-teens.html"&gt;book challenge&lt;/a&gt; book! I give it a good thumbs-up and can't wait to get my hands on a paper copy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Laters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-3056555737535730033?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/3056555737535730033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2011/01/call-of-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/3056555737535730033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/3056555737535730033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2011/01/call-of-wild.html' title='Call of the Wild'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-798000357312864394</id><published>2010-10-28T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:46:30.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modeling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpCYB0aeFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YJb8q_vU6zE/s1600/Mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533308072750643282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpCYB0aeFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YJb8q_vU6zE/s400/Mask.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; So the other weekend I went and modeled some masks and crowns for my friends store. In no way was it normal, but in many ways was it awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting to wear the white mask in the picture above was my highlight. That's for sure. Also popping on the giant velvet cloak was amazing. But those are not even the best parts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got paid in cookies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, good price for a model, huh? And I think next up I get to wear a fancy dress and prance all around Shakespeare (the town) in it while pictures are taken! This should be good, and by good, I mean entirely and stupendously awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aside from that, I'm just modeling my Halloween costume tomorrow. Perhaps I'll pull one f those deep-in-thought poses with an additional far-away-wistful-gaze. Oh yeah, that would work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nonetheless, I should sleep and such silliness like that. Well, read, actually! Catching Fire. Amazing book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-798000357312864394?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/798000357312864394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/10/modeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/798000357312864394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/798000357312864394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/10/modeling.html' title='Modeling?'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpCYB0aeFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YJb8q_vU6zE/s72-c/Mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-6182036818337058282</id><published>2010-10-21T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:16:31.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Never thought I'd admit it, but it does hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  You know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   When you get rejected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     But more without them telling you to your face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      I guess...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       It always hurts more when it's behind your back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Especially when you get thinking...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          'Hey, this could be fun.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         When deep down in your gut, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        You know that you're wrong about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;      Even worse when you get your hopes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;    Now I know not to wait next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;   If there is a next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;  But I doubt that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm done with this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/941308773643706915-6182036818337058282?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/6182036818337058282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/6182036818337058282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/6182036818337058282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-5679710934960624940</id><published>2010-10-18T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:49:56.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;A sad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Sad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Sad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Good god, what will they come up with next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Some way to just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Make all the teasing worse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;And worse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;And so, so much worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Than it could possibly be now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;But perhaps it is only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Because we refuse to give in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;So perhaps it would just be better if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;We simply listened to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;No, not at all what we were thinking originally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Possibly something to consider, but just not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Not ready for anything like that yet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Who would want to date anyway?&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/941308773643706915-5679710934960624940?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/5679710934960624940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/10/sad-sad-sad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/5679710934960624940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/5679710934960624940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/10/sad-sad-sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-5502680513198660599</id><published>2010-10-06T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:28:56.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunger Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The Hunger Games &lt;em&gt;by Suzanne Collins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525093971999197266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TK0Tsb-qCFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/p0ynCKsF0KA/s320/hunger+Games.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Welcome to forty-seventh Hunger Games! Gather round one and all to see the events that has graced our lovely capitol for seventy-three years! This year will be like any other, just as exciting but even more than the year before. New tributes from out 12 districts! Now I am pleased to announce the names of your tributes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Just kidding, I don't know all the names by heart. Only a couple stuck in my mind. Thresh. Cato. Glimmer. Rue. 'Foxface'. And who can forget our heroine, Katniss, who's view we see how this whole "game" unfolds. Not to mention the boy who aids in it, helping her and hurting her. That boy with the bread, Peeta Mellark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The Hunger Games are actually sport that is televised in The Capitol, and all over the distracts. After pollution destroyed the earth, Panem was created and made to work. With a single rebellion, The Hunger Games bloomed in order to show that it is the heart of Panem, the Capitol, has all the power over the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;How I would describe this game is... Just 24 kids between the ages of 12 and 18 go in. Names drawn at random from a box. Twelve districts. Two kinds from each district. One boy, on girl. What they go into is a man-made arena just for the games. An arena designed with cameras at every point to watch as the fight for survival unfolds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yes, 24 kids go in, but only one comes out alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Weeks are spent with the contestants being forced to kill each other off so that they can live to fear the tale, have their hair turn white from stress or even go crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;When Katniss is pitched into the games with Peeta, they have an interesting strategy, no matter how one-sided it is, it works. A lovely little love edge. True or false? Possibly both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things happen in the novel to tell you it is both true love and not, but it is all seen as how Katniss sees it and interprets things. Though, to my thankful relief, the whole book is not about love. Actions, fighting, planning, survival and pure instinct keep this book fueled until the end... and there you just find yourself grabbing for the second book&lt;/em&gt;: Catching Fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Personally, this is one my favourite books I have ever read. Bringing me to tears while on the bus, walking down the street, sitting in science class, eating in the cafeteria and at home in my room. I will read it over, and over, and over again and know it will catch me every single time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Simply, I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*cough* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/read-remember-recommend-for-teens.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Book challenge book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I should be practicing flute. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-5502680513198660599?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/5502680513198660599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/10/hunger-games.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/5502680513198660599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/5502680513198660599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/10/hunger-games.html' title='The Hunger Games'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TK0Tsb-qCFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/p0ynCKsF0KA/s72-c/hunger+Games.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-1304701431330832966</id><published>2010-10-03T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:46:54.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Could it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No, no it really couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But it's real, I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It has to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Perhaps it was just an after thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I mean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The thought never occurred to me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now I just feel silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's not like he would like me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not in a million years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Perhaps my friends were right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Does l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me&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/941308773643706915-1304701431330832966?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/1304701431330832966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/10/could-it-be-no-no-it-really-couldnt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1304701431330832966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1304701431330832966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/10/could-it-be-no-no-it-really-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-1606589898953093171</id><published>2010-09-07T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T08:00:06.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simply the scariest day of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So people think it's an easy way to go, but let me tell you now: It's not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking a leap from such a small area and going into something far larger in size is horrifying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In other words, I don't want to do it. People have said I will be fine. People who have gone through the same thing say I will love it. Parents tell me I will adapt. Other parents tell me of the worst that could happen. The support isn't very good, and the comments are only mildly encouraging. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I don't want to take a step forward in my life. No, I don't want to grow up. No. No, no, no. I want to stay exactly where I am, and be happy right here. Right where no one can touch me. I'm in my safe house and putting it into lock down so I never have to leave it. Don't you people understand what I'm trying to say? You don't. No one does. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't want to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;To go and walk the short walk of doom down the descending staircase and past the closed doors and constant watching eyes of those surrounding my destination. Even when I'm there, I won't be alone. For there are other just like myself dreading this day, or maybe they're celebrating it. I can only imagine how it would be to feel good about the horror coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;But there is no escape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm stuck going to high school after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;This sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/941308773643706915-1606589898953093171?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/1606589898953093171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/09/simply-scariest-day-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1606589898953093171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1606589898953093171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/09/simply-scariest-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-4663254762594064578</id><published>2010-09-05T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T07:48:46.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graceling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Graceling&lt;em&gt;. A book by&lt;/em&gt; Kristin Cashore&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513812139055524914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TIT-7VKkLDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/T1j4DFXUdTI/s320/Graceling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;What is a graceling? I is someone who has been graced. Say you are graced with cooking, you would be an exceptional cook. Say you are graced with speed, you may be able to run faster than a cheetah. Or suppose you have been graced with the skill of killing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Meet my new friend Katsa. Ever since the age of eight-years-old when she killed a man, that has become her reputation. Being a niece of the King, she went to live with him and became his "Lady Killer". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Katsa would be sent out on errands by her uncle to deal with people who did not comply with him, pay him or give him what he had demanded. All in all, Katsa did his dirty work, and got her killer reputation from it. Almost no one would dare look into her eyes. Strange thing about those who are graced, their eyes never match in colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Things start to change in Katsa's life when she rescues someone from another kingdom. The grandfather of the royal family who live on a far away island. Soon after taking him back to the kingdom where Katsa resides with her uncle, the King, a Prince from the island kingdom visits. Though Prince Po was looking for his grandfather and didn't know he was safe with Katsa, he remained in the castle. Prince Po had a fighting grace and decidedly to stay to train with Katsa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Soon, their relationship grows, and they set off to find who had kidnapped the grandfather in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;The story progresses into an adventuresome tale as Katsa and Prince Po set off, finding trouble, Kings and Princess Bitterblue. With anther rescue at their hands, Katsa and Prince Po's relationship takes twist and turns, but eventually settles. The question is, does it settle happy, or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;All in all, I enjoyed the book. It was a big 500 pages, but they flew by quickly while I was caught up in the story. I read it mostly in the car with my ipod glued to my ears. Any break I could take after that, I would read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I found it an exciting read, filled with adventure and surprises that you just KNOW are coming. I was gasping and leaping off the sofa to point at the book and say, "I knnnewww it! I KNEW IT!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;But the odd thought kept scratching at the back of my mind. I had kept thinking, through the whole book, that Katsa's name was actually 'Kasta'. Silly me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;So really, I enjoyed it and would suggest it to everyone! It's also a book from my &lt;a href="http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/read-remember-recommend-for-teens.html"&gt;book challenge&lt;/a&gt;, which is a bonus on this awesome book. Not too much romance, but I think that's a plus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;And, I just cannot wait to read the book that comes after it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Laters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-4663254762594064578?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/4663254762594064578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/09/graceling.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/4663254762594064578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/4663254762594064578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/09/graceling.html' title='Graceling'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TIT-7VKkLDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/T1j4DFXUdTI/s72-c/Graceling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-4828123039320764815</id><published>2010-08-26T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:50:32.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day--RENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/THcOHL_TziI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vXQSIk4nFOE/s1600/out-sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509888185751293474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/THcOHL_TziI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vXQSIk4nFOE/s320/out-sick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alright. I admit it. I'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, that is not a good reason to not blog, so I feel I should. Even though I'm still sick, and feeling horrible, and my hair is currently green. I guess it is a reflection of the feeling in my stomach. Fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The week was uneventful, but the very, very, very unfortunate thing is... I got the sickness on the day of my last show of RENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509891217962236210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/THcQ3r2u-TI/AAAAAAAAAHY/W4DIGyfff6Q/s320/rent_title.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;RENT is a fantastic musical with upbeat, modern music. It will not have you falling asleep during it. And let me tell you, the music is not easy, and neither are the harmonies. Some points in the music, there will be five scenes going on--at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In this story, there is no specific bad guy like in most Disney classics. I suppose RENT is not for everyone. There are gay couples, and language that may offend young ears. When Jonathan Larson wrote RENT, he did not intend for the stage to be used realistically. Characters changing to become another character, one object being used to represent another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I find that the story was confusing when I first watched it, so I had to go over it another time, and things really made sense when my director explained parts to us. When I really understood it, I found I could enjoy the musical far more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Although I could go and explain the entire show to you, I think I'll just... not. But at one moment it will be having on the verge of tears, then suddenly it will seem like a party. You can't call RENT a tragedy, or romance, or comedy, but it's some of all of them. And personally, I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/THciz1WqG2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Zxx9ebxyrz8/s1600/stopsign.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509910943001877346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/THciz1WqG2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Zxx9ebxyrz8/s200/stopsign.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I was in my RENT workshop/rehearsal thingy for two weeks straight. Getting up at 6am, and getting home around 6pm. Over 9 hours a day. Longer than school! But we put that baby together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We had 4 shows, and my sickness came the night after the third one. On the morning of the fourth show, I was up around 4am and pacing around the house. My head hurt, and my stomach was worse. Uhg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But, I went on stage anyway. The whole cast was saying I was being "A Little Trooper", which was kind of true. I moved around less on the stage than normal, and fixed where I went so I could sit and lean on things. Otherwise... I would have fallen over for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But! I had a great costume. Picture it. Black, fluffy, knee-length coat. Bright red pants. Red shoes. A black hat with a red feather. Hell, I looked like a pimp. Ironically (and awesomely) I did do some pimping in-character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;All in all, I'm pooped after these two weeks, and I need to step up my reading and reviewing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Laters.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/941308773643706915-4828123039320764815?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/4828123039320764815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/08/sick-day-rent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/4828123039320764815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/4828123039320764815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/08/sick-day-rent.html' title='Sick Day--RENT'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/THcOHL_TziI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vXQSIk4nFOE/s72-c/out-sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-6195942041055097423</id><published>2010-07-28T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T05:28:12.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercing, Falling and Laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TFAUOkF9NzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mJdSDmVxPXc/s1600/Second+Ear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498917385458759474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TFAUOkF9NzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mJdSDmVxPXc/s320/Second+Ear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Here we see an ear. Imagine that is now my ear. Not my left ear, but my right ear. Now, you see that funny red thing? It should be grey, but I made it red so it would show better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is my new cartilage piercing--that my &lt;/em&gt;brother&lt;em&gt; did for me...&lt;/em&gt; for a fee&lt;em&gt;. Jerk? I know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, my parents were probably against it, but I got it. The jewellery is a 'horseshoe ring' which looks like a horse shoe with little balls on the ends. I'm not only going to tell you this pointless information about my ear, but I will add on the story of what happened. (Even though my mom's gunna be reading this&lt;/em&gt; for sure&lt;em&gt;.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So I get an IM reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lemme pierce yur ear cuz im bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So... I went upstairs because it was my bro who sent me the message. He was laughing, of course, and I grabbed the jewellery he had picked me up earlier in the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now, I trust my bro to hell about this because he has more piercings than I can care to count, and I've seen him give a couple, too. Actually, I saw him give my friends the same piercing I was going to get. They had wanted me to get it when they were there... but thank jeepers they weren't here for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After that, my bro set up his normal station while I was just there, sitting on the folded down toilet seat. He asked me the usual: "Mom's not gonna flip when she sees you got this right?" I give the obvious reply: "Psshhhhh, noooooo." And that worked and was true as far as I know. As long as I keep cleaning it, I think she won't mind too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So I learned right then that &lt;strong&gt;Sea Salt + Water + Ear Spoon = Happy, clean piercing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498924444684666146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TFAapdwkRSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/at6KHJ_rZZE/s320/Ear+Spoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right, so I was just sitting there and trying not to stare at the needle that would be going right through my ear. It was like 3 inchs long. Scary stuff. Now, this isn't like a sewing needle, this needle is hollow because it punches right through the cartilage. So I was all like, "Wheeee, this'll be fuuuuun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I had no idea how right I was at that thought! Onward with my story, I closed my eyes and my bro put this clamp on my ear to hold it steady. So he was all like, "Whenever you're ready." So of course I was like, "Count it!" so he was like, "1... 47... 94!" and then I was like "GASP"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm kidding, it didn't hurt at all really. Mine didn't really bleed either. So I stood up to check my new piercing in the mirror when the headrush hit me. My brother said it was from my blood pressure dropping which shocked my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Spots flooded my vision and I felt odd, I dunno why, but I walked toward the door. So, my brother was talking to me, but my hearing was all weird and ringing and shit, and he was asking me if I was going to puke. I didn't up chuck, but I did turn bone white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I kinda also... fell over. Like, all my sense of direction and steadyness was gone. I didn't move, the world tilted and I just went with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I could just tell my bro was laughing, but he told me I landed directly in the bath tub, so there's a win for me! You know, that headrush just kept getting worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It was like when the pressure in your ears changes, and it actually gets painful and it's harder to hear, and when your vision gets all spotty after rubbing your eyes too hard. Now imagine that five or six times worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I didn't fall over after that, but just gave up and went back to my seat on the toilet seat cover. I was laughing most of this time because... it was exactly like something I would do, and I felt pretty weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It was pretty awesome, but I'm sure I hit my head on the tub beause my head hurt afterward. &gt;_&gt; Luckily, when I fell, I didn't feel a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; this was my fist piercing, but I think I handled it better than how my bro handled &lt;/em&gt;his&lt;em&gt; first piercing. Jeeze, he started turning blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, until my next stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-6195942041055097423?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/6195942041055097423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/07/piercing-falling-and-laughing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/6195942041055097423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/6195942041055097423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/07/piercing-falling-and-laughing.html' title='Piercing, Falling and Laughing'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TFAUOkF9NzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mJdSDmVxPXc/s72-c/Second+Ear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-1443068823250531273</id><published>2010-07-11T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:13:36.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TDowS7auPfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YeEGMXTRoIQ/s1600/crank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492755797277294066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TDowS7auPfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YeEGMXTRoIQ/s320/crank.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crank&lt;em&gt;, a book by Ellen Hopkins that is one of the thickest books I have ever read. My copy standing at 3.8 cm thick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sum up:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kristina is the most perfect daughter anyone could ask for. This high school junior is quiet, works hard in school and never gets into trouble. Until she meets the monster, that is. Crank is the single thing to turn this girls world upside down as her ride along with it turn into a struggle to regain control over her mind, soul--and her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I say:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What can I say? I loved the book. From cover to insides and further. This book is written in poetic form and that makes it a quick and easy read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I admit I was confused by the style at first but I quickly settled into it. Needless to say, I bought two more of Ellen Hopkins' books just from reading this one. Twisting and turning just how I like my books and almost finishing up, but setting for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just thought the ending of the book was a little rushed, but it does lead onto the next one, so I will let it slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I seriously can't wait to read the next one, and the one after that, and after that. Did I mention&lt;/em&gt; Crank &lt;em&gt;is part of my recent &lt;a href="http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/read-remember-recommend-for-teens.html"&gt;reading challenge&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happy reading, Y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/941308773643706915-1443068823250531273?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/1443068823250531273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/07/crank.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1443068823250531273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1443068823250531273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/07/crank.html' title='Crank'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TDowS7auPfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YeEGMXTRoIQ/s72-c/crank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-2377142365647784671</id><published>2010-06-25T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:15:58.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Like You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Someone Like You&lt;em&gt; is a book. This book was written by Sarah Dessen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TCVqDoRa-cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ozJeXVbrpn4/s1600/someone+like+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486908331603458498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TCVqDoRa-cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ozJeXVbrpn4/s320/someone+like+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sum up:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This book is about Two girls and their lives as friends in another high school year. There is Halley (The book is from her point of view) and her best friend, Scarlett. Ever since the two had met, they had been the best of friends. Halley always more to the quiet side while Scarlett was more outgoing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;During the summer Scarlett acquired a new boyfriend. The mysterious Michael Sherwood. Soon after Sherwood is killed in a motorcycle accident, Scarlett finds herself pregnant with his kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Through this book you follow the new hardship in Scarlett's life and in Halley's. What with Halley drifting further from her mother. The Mother who had been closer than any best friend just before the summer. But it all changed. It all changed along with her relationship status. She fell in with Macon Faulkner, a boy with a reputation for trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I really thought:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just from reading this book, I can safely say that I will &lt;/em&gt;never ever &lt;em&gt;read another Sarah Dessen book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure, my friends told me the book was "&lt;/em&gt;a bit confusing at the start&lt;em&gt;" and that it "&lt;/em&gt;got better as you went on&lt;em&gt;." As I soon found out, they were very, very wrong on one thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I found this book had the perfectly bad ending to a confusing start and a truly awful middle &lt;strong&gt;chunk&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know what most girls see in Sarah Dessen books, but I'm not looking again. I will not read any other book by her unless forced to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why? This book was &lt;/em&gt;not&lt;em&gt; a good read. I don't know how it managed to get an award. I don't even know why you would pay $10.00 for this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The beginning was vague, worded badly, and plain old confusing. The story started to build up and I was hoping for the book to get better. It was starting to until the real "climax" started. Get this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A girl having her dead boyfriend's baby at prom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please explain to me how this is a &lt;/em&gt;good&lt;em&gt; ending to a book. Along with all the loose ends that needed to be tied up. What about the mother? What about Scarlett's mom? What happens with Halley and Macon? Every question I had was &lt;/em&gt;not answered&lt;em&gt;. As I said before, I will never read another book by this author.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why, oh why did I read this book? For my &lt;a href="http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/read-remember-recommend-for-teens.html"&gt;book challenge&lt;/a&gt; of course! I can mark this off and then toss the book for the nothingness it's worth. Or just return it to my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-2377142365647784671?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/2377142365647784671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/06/someone-like-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/2377142365647784671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/2377142365647784671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/06/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone Like You'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TCVqDoRa-cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ozJeXVbrpn4/s72-c/someone+like+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-3056085816085763011</id><published>2010-06-11T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:00:02.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Feud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TBK_RdzifNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5fgwpbNKzLU/s1600/blood+feud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481654003242794194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TBK_RdzifNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5fgwpbNKzLU/s320/blood+feud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The book which comes right after &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/05/hearts-at-steak.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hearts at Stake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alxyandra&lt;/span&gt; Harvey's new vampire series about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Solange&lt;/span&gt;, her best friend, and her seven older brothers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After reading the first book, I fell in love with the series. Luckily, I got an advanced copy of Blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Feud&lt;/span&gt; which is going to be released into stores in August 2010.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a new character introduced in this text. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Isabeau&lt;/span&gt; St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Croix&lt;/span&gt;, a girl who survived through the Terror in France to live with an uncle after her family had died. After that, she went through 200 years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; in a coffin as a vampire, until she was rescued, that is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;This book comes from the view of one of the many Drake brothers, Logan, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Isabeau&lt;/span&gt;. Through their views, you can see problems in the Drake family unfold along with a twist of romance between two different vampire kinds. Now with bits told here-and-there from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Isabeaus&lt;/span&gt;' past and the present, more information is told and seen. Mysteries grow deeper, but the story winds up neatly at the end with a battle that even had me biting my lip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I really enjoyed this book, and I think the action picked up at the perfect time. I, however, as not very fond of the cover art on the book. But, this book was a great read. I skipped out on watching a movie in class to polish it off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I say anyone and everyone who thinks vampire novels are good for them should try this one out. The teen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dialogue&lt;/span&gt; impressed me with how real it is. Pretty great book. Can't wait for the next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-3056085816085763011?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/3056085816085763011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/06/blood-feud.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/3056085816085763011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/3056085816085763011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/06/blood-feud.html' title='Blood Feud'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TBK_RdzifNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5fgwpbNKzLU/s72-c/blood+feud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-7568243428657579603</id><published>2010-06-09T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:08:35.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Life Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far too much time has passed since I blogged last, so I'll just add this up in a jiffy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been cutting up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-my-book.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my Journal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; slowly, and colouring it more-so. The innards are screaming in fear now, I think. Maybe all books should watch out as I walk by... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;In other book news, I am currently indulging in a few good ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Soul of the Fire&lt;em&gt; by Terry Goodkind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Odd Thomas&lt;em&gt; by Dean Koontz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ninth Grade Slays&lt;em&gt; by Heather Brewer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;New Moon&lt;em&gt; by Stephenie Meyer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Someone Like You&lt;em&gt; by Sarah Dessen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Blood Feud&lt;em&gt; by Alyxandra Harvey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wreck This Journal&lt;em&gt; by Keri Smith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Demon Princess: Reign Check&lt;em&gt; by Michelle Rowen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;All good books so far, and I can't wait to get through them so I can review and skip along to the next bundle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So, that's it for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-7568243428657579603?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/7568243428657579603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-life-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/7568243428657579603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/7568243428657579603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-life-update.html' title='A Little Life Update'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-5544775471529032707</id><published>2010-06-03T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:35:04.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daemon Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478725523612158210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TAhX1hDEyQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4fV00qUcaag/s320/aaa+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of my all-time favourite books. Daemon Hall by Andrew Nance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A thrilling read and page flipped. I could barely put it down, no joke. I read through recess. And math. And science. I wish I could have read it through gym too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;With a creepy tale to tell about a Horror Novelist writer Ian Tremblin and five aspiring horror writers. The five teenagers entered a contest by submitting there short stories, which are told by each teen in candle light, and they are all taken with the famous author to a supposedly haunted mansion. Daemon Hall. A mysterious house with murder and insanity in its history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the point-of-view from one of the five teens, Wade, the text unfolds with creeps and chills in every chapter. The six people must try and survive the house's twists and turns of horror while telling the ten stories to finish the contest and &lt;/em&gt;try&lt;em&gt; to leave the mansion safe and still alive. Is a contest worth dying for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must say that this book gives me the slightest creeps. I love it and recommend to anyone who can handle a spooky story. I &lt;/em&gt;strongly&lt;em&gt; suggest reading this book alone, in candle light, no sounds in the room, and all in one sitting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It is not a frightfully long book, so this can be done easily, and I tell you, it pays off. I read it outside on my deck nearing midnight and it gave me the goosebumps all over my arms. I loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This book also happens to be part of the &lt;a href="http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/read-remember-recommend-for-teens.html"&gt;Book Challenge &lt;/a&gt;I am currently working on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Happy reading t'y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/941308773643706915-5544775471529032707?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/5544775471529032707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/06/daemon-hall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/5544775471529032707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/5544775471529032707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/06/daemon-hall.html' title='Daemon Hall'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TAhX1hDEyQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4fV00qUcaag/s72-c/aaa+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-2471300366389201993</id><published>2010-06-02T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:17:52.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TAa7i-_8ahI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XwUIeVTV00I/s1600/aaa+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478272206443932178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TAa7i-_8ahI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XwUIeVTV00I/s320/aaa+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A whopping 392 pages.I snagged this book from my friend, Danielle, and I trekked along the adventure this book drew out with anticipation for the end. Close to tears at a time or another, covering my mouth with shock while reading in class, yelled at many times to put my book down and do math, it was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This was a teen novel that I read for my recent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/read-remember-recommend-for-teens.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;book challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;. I have been reading up on my vampire fiction, but this was a twist to my plot. A book based on wolves and werewolves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The female lead as Grace, a 17-year-old girl who was attacked by the pack of wolves at a young age, but was saved by the one who she soon fell in love with. Dearest Sam, our special wolf with yellow eyes, soon reveals himself as a werewolf and spends more-and-more time with Grace. The two of them wind down the twisting and turning road that is there new, complicated relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;When trying to avoid the cold weather that would make Sam turn into a wolf, trouble comes with a boy from Grace's school and anger brews in the Wolf pack. Sam and Grace have to sort through this all together, and apart, to be together and live through the shivering cold nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can safely recommend this to &lt;/em&gt;any&lt;em&gt; vampire lover, mystery fan, fiction follower or anyone else. I would say to read it in Grade 7 or 8 and even after your teen years are done. I loved it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy your reading. I know &lt;/em&gt;I&lt;em&gt; did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-2471300366389201993?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/2471300366389201993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/06/shiver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/2471300366389201993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/2471300366389201993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/06/shiver.html' title='Shiver'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TAa7i-_8ahI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XwUIeVTV00I/s72-c/aaa+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-1136764083578302152</id><published>2010-05-28T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:56:44.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wreck More Journal, Second Installment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TAACESS4N6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/JlXvGwO6zmM/s1600/wrecks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476379419536275362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TAACESS4N6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/JlXvGwO6zmM/s320/wrecks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another entry about my Journal! Written by the fabulous Keri Smith. The original journal is the clean one on the left. My journal is the one on the right, with the band aids and the hole in it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did indeed drill a hole through my journal. Why would I do that? I needed a good way to carry it around! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476375049634639090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S__-F7JI7PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lS436ivasnY/s320/wreck+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another day where I skipped school. So blogging was what I wanted to do today. To update on my Journal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you can see, above this text, my book got a Boo-boo. It happened when working on a page. My friends helped me with the page of destruction. In the process, my journal was hurt, thus; a band aid. May my Journal heal quickly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476376711485846866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S___mqBV9VI/AAAAAAAAAFw/l3NNrv6sQGw/s320/wreck+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one was fun. Plain old fun. To scribble wildly, violently and with reckless abandon. With many pens from my pencil case, and right after a math test, this scribbling was done and done good. Colours ranging from orange to blue to pink, purple and green, light and dark were used. I just wish I could scribble more often.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476377868794053106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TAAAqBVHwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4TleTwIK0mw/s320/wreck+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rub Dirt Here. Silly, messy and done courtesy of my friend from class. It was a goofy thing to do and I was laughing with delight. A new plan was formed with this page too, my dog, Atreyu (&lt;a href="http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/shredder.html"&gt;See what he has done&lt;/a&gt;), need to have muddy paws so I can put a nice, muddy paw print on the blank part of this page. Would be cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here is a link to another of my blogger friends doing her own Wreck This Journal. &lt;a href="http://lazydaisy0413.blogspot.com/2010/05/wreck-this-journal-guts-part-xi.html"&gt;This is Marie's most recent post on it&lt;/a&gt;, and I have to say I adore what she did to the title page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyway, I should read a book. And wreck some more of one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-1136764083578302152?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/1136764083578302152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/05/wreck-more-journal-second-installment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1136764083578302152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1136764083578302152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/05/wreck-more-journal-second-installment.html' title='Wreck More Journal, Second Installment'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TAACESS4N6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/JlXvGwO6zmM/s72-c/wrecks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-4446765464456920084</id><published>2010-05-20T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:19:39.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts At Stake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S_Xy2G0X4EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fbJFWm-8bv4/s1600/hearts+at+stake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473547933495844930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S_Xy2G0X4EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fbJFWm-8bv4/s320/hearts+at+stake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;An absolutely fabulous and thrilling read written by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://alyxandraharvey.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alyxandra Harvey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hearts at Stake&lt;em&gt;, the first installment of&lt;/em&gt; The Drake Chronicles&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;In a loose follow of the classic Snow White story, Solange has been destine to become a vampire queen since birth, the only female vampire to be born in her family, not made. With her best friend, Lucky (Better known as Lucy) and her seven protective older brothers, Solange comes to face crazed vampire suitors, queens, vampire hunters and more. When I was reading this book, I couldn't help but think of the quote 'All we are is dust in the wind' because it ironically relates to the book. Vampires do, after all, turn into dust when they die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I was so exited to read this book after meeting the author herself and hearing her read the Prologue aloud to those who gathered. I sure was right to be excited for this read. I could hardly put it down. Caught in class numerous times for reading, going to bed late at night so as to finish a chapter. I would call it spellbinding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must call this one of my favourite books now, and I shall be waiting for the next book &lt;/em&gt;Blood Feud&lt;em&gt; which comes out in June. By that time, I am sure I'll have gotten most, if not all, my friends to read the first book. I would say that all should consider reading the book, especially teens. This book blows &lt;/em&gt;Twilight&lt;em&gt; far out of the picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This book also contained one thing that just pushed me to read on more-and-more. There was fencing in it. A sport I dearly adore and just &lt;/em&gt;love&lt;em&gt; to do! It made the book for me, and I couldn't help but laugh with glee when I noticed that detail. Cheers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And really, it's not even too romantic to handle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-4446765464456920084?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/4446765464456920084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/05/hearts-at-steak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/4446765464456920084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/4446765464456920084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/05/hearts-at-steak.html' title='Hearts At Stake'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S_Xy2G0X4EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fbJFWm-8bv4/s72-c/hearts+at+stake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-436461094965873833</id><published>2010-05-15T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:39:11.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love That Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Dog&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S-8F1rr1EVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HLAq4Qcos54/s1600/aaa+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471598492096205138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S-8F1rr1EVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HLAq4Qcos54/s320/aaa+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is written by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharon Creech.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young Jack is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a sprouting poet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pencil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;piece of paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a teacher's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inspiration.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And his dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Short and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;with no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;than needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Written neat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;with a tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;In form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;through all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;It brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;to my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;I would recommend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;this book--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;of poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;to anyone who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;thinks poetry is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;a good read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Even if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;don't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;I still say to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-436461094965873833?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/436461094965873833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-that-dog_15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/436461094965873833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/436461094965873833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-that-dog_15.html' title='Love That Dog'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S-8F1rr1EVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HLAq4Qcos54/s72-c/aaa+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-1802920501071648088</id><published>2010-05-15T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:26:23.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S-72RxqfgCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/i1MH-kV9ddc/s1600/Wicked+Lovely.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471581382551502882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S-72RxqfgCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/i1MH-kV9ddc/s320/Wicked+Lovely.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lovely. A delightful read written by Melissa Marr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;With a main character, Aislinn, who is not the outrageous teenager that would be expected, but it simply a girl who is frightened when turning most corners. Why? Simple. She sees faeries. Living by Three rules her entire life, she stays safe from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;Don't ever attract their attention.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;Don't speak to invisible faeries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;Don't stare at invisible faeries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But the rules quickly change when a very important and dangerous faerie searches out Aislinn to make her his queen. Between her closest friend, Seth, and the Summer King, Keenan, who fancies Aislinn, the story unfolds with great events. With a relatively short read filled with details and story, plot winding before your very eyes, I can safely say Wicked Lovely is an amazing book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would recommend this book to anyone with the time to read it and doesn't mind reading fiction now-and-then. I simply can't wait to get started on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wickedlovely.com/?q=node/604"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sequel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to &lt;em&gt;Wicked Lovely&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;I hope you all enjoy the book as much as I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-1802920501071648088?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/1802920501071648088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/05/wicked-lovely.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1802920501071648088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1802920501071648088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/05/wicked-lovely.html' title='Wicked Lovely'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S-72RxqfgCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/i1MH-kV9ddc/s72-c/Wicked+Lovely.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-6732697834197955011</id><published>2010-05-07T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:35:50.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Due to the fact that I am in class and should not be blogging, I feel sincerely obliged to do such. With the choice to play a simple game at a pointless website or do something even less meaningful at another pointless website, I decided, since we do have a substitute teacher, that I shall blog. The only logical thing to do, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sadly I am typing on a MAC keyboard, thus my rate of words is slower than usual. Within recent news, I have done not much, been reading for my book challenge, arguing with the teachers and greatly causing a fuss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Onto my next point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The thing that you spend the youthful part of your life doing. What comes of it? Learned knowledge. Sure, you can read, you can spell, but when they start to teach you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sigh language in FRENCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I draw the line. Across that line you have now stepped to see that it is pure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;idiocy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Onward and forward with my rant I shall rag on the new thing that has been shown to me. Being scared out of anything to do with drug and or the horrifying topic of sex. Gross. Who wants to have it anyway? You shouldn't be scaring us out of having it them bluntly tell us, I quote, "I am scaring you out of it so that you will not do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now something that just happened and brought a brief smile to my face. The substitute teacher walked right up behind me and went to skim my little post I am writing. She asked what I was doing. I told her, "I'm blogging." She asked in response, "why?" So, again, I told her, "I haven't blogged for a while, and you told me to do something on the computer, thus; I do." She accepted it and walked away. I laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, with asking of name, mentioning of back-talking and a pat on the shoulder, things came to a close end of  the class time before track and field then shall come. Yes, gym class is coming present with the all hated and dreaded running the track. Along with running long jump and getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in my shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel I have nothing to talk of currently, so why not talk about what is happening? Again, I was asked what I was doing and why I wrote just what happened, with another simple explanation of this being my blog and, well, partially about me, I replied to her. Simple, huh? With plans for tonight of my all loved and adored "Book cult" with close friends of mine. I shall tell more of the "Book cult" soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For now, I should get going and, well, return to doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&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/941308773643706915-6732697834197955011?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/6732697834197955011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-class.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/6732697834197955011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/6732697834197955011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-class.html' title='In Class'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-2487026608363374672</id><published>2010-04-30T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:30:05.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wreck More Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466149510559753106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9uqBNoW45I/AAAAAAAAAEw/i8kOhMBmwAc/s320/wrecks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my book. Plain and simple, I love it, nothing else need be said in this case. You can only look with the eye to see what has really been done to it, I could try to describe my book but that would not do it justice in the slightest way, no, not at all. So, here, I give you a picture... of my book. And let me add, I &lt;/em&gt;have&lt;em&gt; wrecked this journal. The journal you see on the left is the one I gave to my friend for her birthday soon after I bought it and took this picture. Now, the journal on the right would be mine. You are asking yourself right now if that is a real hole in it, right? It is. I decided my journal was too hard to carry around, so my dad and myself drilled a hole in it. On one page it does say, after all, "cut through multiple layers"... I hope I didn't take it &lt;/em&gt;too&lt;em&gt; literally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There are others things I have done to this simple journal that I received on my birthday as a gift from my mom and... destroyed within a few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9urdsLuxFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xtYux56B7B0/s1600/wreck+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466151099309147218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9urdsLuxFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xtYux56B7B0/s320/wreck+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;As you might be able to see right here, there are band aids on the cover of my journal, they also move to the back of it due to the... let's call it an "injuries" which my journal has come to be involved in. It was quite fun though, I mus admit. My friends and myself were tossing my journal around during school, throwing across the classroom, chucking at the brick walls and throwing it high up into the air and trying to catch it, you know, being kids. It was really fun, but it did result in my journal's back cover and pages ripping off, thus come the band aids. Dora and Hello Kitty ones mainly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9usdiD9yjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IS4_zIPe64Q/s1600/wreck+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466152196103850546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9usdiD9yjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IS4_zIPe64Q/s320/wreck+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the back of the book is one of my favourite instructions of the whole things. "Tape this journal closed. Mail it to yourself." How fantastic is that? I would simply love to see the look on the mailman's face when he saw that. His eyes would be a bit wider than usual and his head would be at this different angle. It would be &lt;/em&gt;great&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;However, I hope this book will last me a while, which, well, it is because... I haven't even got a lot of pages done, I am trying though, filling it in slowly and steadily, wrecking it bit-by-little-bit. Everything must be done destructively and creatively. So, it's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-2487026608363374672?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/2487026608363374672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-my-book.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/2487026608363374672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/2487026608363374672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-my-book.html' title='Wreck More Journal'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9uqBNoW45I/AAAAAAAAAEw/i8kOhMBmwAc/s72-c/wrecks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-1516133841475605715</id><published>2010-04-27T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:07:32.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Babble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know this will happen to us all every once in a while, but you freak out at a book and say something like, "No. No, you can not do that. No, they will not die. No! This can't be right! I don't accept this at all!" And then you put the book down and give it dirty looks. Sometimes you even complain to the book, make faces at it or other, evil things when you do not enjoy the part. I, in knowing of how people react to books, do this all the time. Crying in class is a common one for me, grinning, smiling, laughing, snickering and the works of emotion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What brought about my thought on the matter was my Mom. She reads, she quilts, she does everything, even stops a book while listening to the reading of it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;complains&lt;/span&gt; to me about how the main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;can not die&lt;em&gt;. I'm just a kid, and, yeah, she says it to me. I understand what she means though, you can't kill a main character off when the book isn't even close to ending. Well, unless it's &lt;/em&gt;Catching Fire&lt;em&gt; or &lt;/em&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;em&gt;, those books have to kill off people. Well, kids... Anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Mom was chatting on-and-on about this one girl in her book who was supposedly going to die, but it turned out that she didn't die! How did we even &lt;/em&gt;guess&lt;em&gt; that might be the outcome? Books are just twisting and turn in every direction, messing with you and sucking you in. Isn't it awesome?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-1516133841475605715?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/1516133841475605715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-babble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1516133841475605715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1516133841475605715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-babble.html' title='Book Babble'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-5118757497409958368</id><published>2010-04-23T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:52:45.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9IyXe63LwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WmppxsK5b_s/s1600/Fang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463484676972162818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9IyXe63LwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WmppxsK5b_s/s320/Fang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around the beginning of &lt;/em&gt;Fang&lt;em&gt; I was all like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ROTFLOL&lt;/span&gt;!" Then in the middle of the book I was all like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;!" Then at the end of the book... I was all like, *DEADPAN*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fang&lt;em&gt;, the most recent installment of the &lt;/em&gt;Maximum Ride&lt;em&gt; book series. With the flock building up over the past few books we come to meet the six winged children. Max, Iggy and Fang, being the oldest. Nudge being next, then Gasman and Angel. In this book the flock has expended with the talking dog, Total who has his own pair of wings and love interest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Akila&lt;/span&gt;. There is also Max's mom, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jeb&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scientist&lt;/span&gt; who raised the six kids in the flock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Now, in this one, more trouble happens when Max goes to save the world, one person at a time. With trying to save people in Chad Africa, meeting Dylan (the newest, teen, hunky, eye-candy, winged kid), The seeming kind Dr. Hans Gunther-Hagen, Fang and Angel's new feelings and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fleeing&lt;/span&gt;, and a crazy trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, the flock has to deal with all sorts of new things that are wild and dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Like the rest of the books in the series, I was very fond of this one, especially the newest character. A sweet, hunky teen who could possibly be described as the single hottest guy on earth. (Why must all the good ones be fictional?) And his name is Dylan. The heart-throb came now into the flocks life, created just for Max to become an item with, but, Mac still loves Fang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I thought this was a good book, really sucked me into it, had me crying, again, like usual. But the ending, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; the ending. A cliff hanger brought on by one of my &lt;/em&gt;favourite&lt;em&gt; characters ever! They just went up and-- Oh, wait, I shouldn't ruin it for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Really, you should read the series sometime, it is excellent. Check it out at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.max-dan-wiz.com/"&gt;http://www.max-dan-wiz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Enjoy, I know I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-5118757497409958368?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/5118757497409958368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/fang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/5118757497409958368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/5118757497409958368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/fang.html' title='Fang'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9IyXe63LwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WmppxsK5b_s/s72-c/Fang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-4131330543432738490</id><published>2010-04-22T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:43:29.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shredder</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is the thing that has come into my household, took a dump on my Guitar Hero Guitar, left a brown gift on the carpet in my room, slobbered everywhere, ripped up some of my favourite things, driven me to the edge of insanity and back again... This is Atreyu. My dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463167998317079778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9ESWW_4rOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FIF3aRVEn30/s320/Trey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No more words can be used to describe him exactly, he is a ball of fur, whining and horrible annoyance. You could call him a dog. You could name him to be a faithful companion. You could address him as a great change to our house and lives. You could just as easily call him the most annoying pet to have ever lived. Yet we love him, still. I don't get it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, &lt;/em&gt;this&lt;em&gt; is what he has done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9Eaf5_ilHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1MzW5WjQaU/s1600/April-Trey+Mess+446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463176958422717554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9Eaf5_ilHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1MzW5WjQaU/s320/April-Trey+Mess+446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;See the scene of horror that was my desk, my lovely, organized, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;untouched&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which I am avoiding the use of it until cleaning and fixing of my poor, loved, broken tea cup. It was innocent, and pink.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the Caution Tape ironically appropriate for that which happened. This was indeed a scene of crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The dog also targeted my door, the very door that leads into my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I, personally, love my door and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;decoraions on it, but I do have to admit, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9F4xqQz96I/AAAAAAAAAEg/lrwAJwM6rlw/s1600/April-Trey+Mess+425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463280617530849186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9F4xqQz96I/AAAAAAAAAEg/lrwAJwM6rlw/s320/April-Trey+Mess+425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;this just added a certain look I liked to it. The Caution Tape on my door was ripped roughly around where there is the door knob. My Dad went to rip it off and throw it out, but I was like, "No! Leave it." So, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/941308773643706915-4131330543432738490?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/4131330543432738490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/shredder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/4131330543432738490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/4131330543432738490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/shredder.html' title='Shredder'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S9ESWW_4rOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FIF3aRVEn30/s72-c/Trey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-8424740997664536264</id><published>2010-04-17T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:11:52.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepsi+Coca Cola+2 Computers+Kellie+YouTube</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An update on the regular life and such would be what I did today. I did nothing really special. Well, not special to you, but awesome for me. I got to &lt;/em&gt;finally&lt;em&gt; see my close friend, Kellie. It has been far too long since I last saw her, New Years. But, New Years was a whole different story. (One that includes pulling an all-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt; and Ghetto Mario games)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This time I arrived at Kellie's house to her complaining about the cold air, and not too later after I compared my head to air as, "my head is about as airy as the oxygen in the air." So, of course, Kellie responded with, "there is oxygen in the air?" At that point, I burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now, I had brought 'Smart Cookies' which were ironically named because Kellie couldn't fit hers into the glass, so could not dunk it in her milk. Where as I had already broke my cookie and had therefor drained my glass of milk and demolished the poor cookie. Did I mention the cookies were on sticks? That was awesome. (My mom bought them earlier that day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So with our cookies finished, we played &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Roller&lt;/span&gt; Coaster Tycoon 3... and let the ride go flying off the rails into the sky, ponds, and pavement. It was all around amusing and had us laughing until we were breathless. Then it was onto making Sims on her version and creating a very nice Bio for one of them. It was based around having a &lt;/em&gt;very&lt;em&gt; complicated relationship with her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, as I write, Kellie is tuning her guitar, which is odd because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; is no sixth string on it. Before such events, we were listening to YouTube songs and videos, making random comments and laughing a lot. I mean &lt;/em&gt;a lot&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kellie's laptop then just decided to... die on her while she was having a serious conversation about badgers, and it shut off because of her crappy music. (Plus her crappy guitar playing) So then it was up to me to find the crappy song and play it on the other computer. Here is the song -- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thZyWBnsDdA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thZyWBnsDdA&lt;/a&gt; Very random, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next to happen, of course, involved the 2L bottle of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Coca Cola&lt;/span&gt;. Kellie couldn't open it no matter how hard she tried, so I grabbed it, opened it. She asked if I was going to pour the Coke for her, too. So, obviously, I did that next. Her expression was priceless, but then we burst out laughing, once again. But we did not spill the Coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afterward came the snapping contest between Kellie and myself while listening to &lt;/em&gt;Teenagers by My Chemical Romance&lt;em&gt;. Obviously Kellie won. I am horrible at snapping, couldn't do it to save my own hat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now to end this ever-so-long-and-ever-so-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excruciatingly&lt;/span&gt;-long Blog Post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What the... How the... Screw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-8424740997664536264?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/8424740997664536264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/pepsicocacola2-computerskellieyoutube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/8424740997664536264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/8424740997664536264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/pepsicocacola2-computerskellieyoutube.html' title='Pepsi+Coca Cola+2 Computers+Kellie+YouTube'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-6010835500727116805</id><published>2010-04-16T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:47:19.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read, Remember, Recommend For Teens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mom recently aquired a new book,&lt;/em&gt; Read, Remember, Recommend&lt;em&gt; which is the adult form of the book, I too, just got. Mine is titled &lt;/em&gt;Read, Remember, Recommend For Teens&lt;em&gt;. I've been going through and checking off all the books from the lists that I own, want to read, and have read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S8i0lDU-5NI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mg9drOs3OtE/s1600/rrr+teen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460813096828200146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S8i0lDU-5NI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mg9drOs3OtE/s320/rrr+teen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;This is the book I got ---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is red, I like that colour. Well, looks pink in the picture, but is infact red. I also noticed that I have seen &lt;/em&gt;Twilight&lt;em&gt;, the vampire book sweeping across teen reading lists everywhere, is all over the lists in this book. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;There are three little check boxes in the book for each title. Own,as in you own the book; Recommended, as in you recommend other people should read it; To read, to show you are reading, want to read or have read the book; want, as in you want to have the book, get it, or buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Now, for Twilight, I could only check off the 'own' and 'to read' collums. I have read it, but will not recommend it to anyone. Ever. I shall explain that in a later post when I get into reviewing books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;But, back on topic, this book has a contest to go along with it. And get this, it's all about &lt;strong&gt;reading&lt;/strong&gt;. How easy could it get?! Well, you just sign up, read as many book in a year and blog about them, and you could win some cool prizes. So, yeah, I'm signing up currently, and I think my mom did already. I can't wait to start reading the books. blogging and checking them off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;This, would be my sign-up post, incase you're curious as to what the nature of it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Here is the site where I signed up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bibliobabe.com/?p=987"&gt;http://www.bibliobabe.com/?p=987&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;My mom is going to teach me some cool coding thing how to make that look better later &gt;.&gt; As of now I shall read on and post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;That's all for now, and if you have good recommendations for books, just leave me a post at the bottom of this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-6010835500727116805?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/6010835500727116805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/read-remember-recommend-for-teens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/6010835500727116805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/6010835500727116805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/read-remember-recommend-for-teens.html' title='Read, Remember, Recommend For Teens'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S8i0lDU-5NI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mg9drOs3OtE/s72-c/rrr+teen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-3705385057283368751</id><published>2010-04-16T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:18:18.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Married at 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S8iT5mZmEwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NlaoWbG7eZA/s1600/Me%2BWife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460777165956453122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S8iT5mZmEwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NlaoWbG7eZA/s320/Me%2BWife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This--is my wife and I. We got engaged a while back during November of 2009, we got married not too long after. People have asked me if I really do 'turn that way' but honestly, got no clue. You see, love is a silly, little thing that I have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt; for yet. My wife is my wife. An inside joke that I should share on how it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hottycutie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://hottycutie.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's her blog! Yeah, that one. I couldn't figure out it was at first, but then I payed actual attention to it. Blanking out on my part. Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, she reads the same books as me, dresses a bit like me, and we can talk on-and-on for a while. So one day when she was telling me about some book, I got down on one knee and grasped her hand and asked her, out of the blue, if she would marry me. She graciously enough said yes. It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; day in my life, I finally have a wife. (Which will keep away those guys who are all like, "Hey, wanna go out?" "Nope, I have a wife." A great bonus.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We both have rings, an engagement one and a wedding one. We've gone to the movies together a few times, which I don't find awkward at all. The first time was on a Sunday, I think, and the mall was empty afterward. With an empty mall, her an myself, and her i-pod, we strutted around the mall, i-pod on full blast while we sung to the song. It was that one "I wanna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hippopotamus&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas!" So much fun. I'm not sure if anything can compare to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now, the picture above is a bit old, from when we were in a musical mash-up together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Since&lt;/span&gt; then she got new streaks in her hair, and I chopped all of mine off, but that's for another story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, enjoy your day and may you find the true meaning to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-3705385057283368751?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/3705385057283368751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/married-at-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/3705385057283368751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/3705385057283368751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/married-at-14.html' title='Married at 14'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S8iT5mZmEwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NlaoWbG7eZA/s72-c/Me%2BWife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-7502422636621759764</id><published>2010-04-16T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:17:11.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Simply lovely. Absolutely terrific. Wonderfully awesome. I don't even believe myself at times when these things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A door walked into me. I didn't walk into it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, really, I'm not kidding. I was just coming in from outside time at my school (Let's just call it&lt;/em&gt; HickTown Public&lt;em&gt;) and the craziest, but not unexpected, thing happened. I was walking through the hall and the gym door comes swinging open and nails me right in the face, my glasses went flying off along with my hat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The kid who shoved the door open was like, "Oh, I'm sorry, oh, are you okay? You alright?" So I just picked up my hat and continued down the hall, trying to get the taste of blood out of my mouth. (I had bitten my tongue, not pleasant in the least) I went to the bathroom to asses damage that had been done, my forehead was the main target that time. My nose had been spared, at least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All was good and fine, went back to class to eat, you know, the usual, all the girls asking, "OMG! Are you, like, okay?! Like, that was, like... a really LOUD noise! Like, it, like, sounded like it would have, like, hurt!" So I just told them it was fine, the noise was quieter than the pain, yadda yadda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But the thing that got me down about this was when I texted my mom to come and get me (Never let an excuse like this slip through your fingers when you have the chance to leave early). She arrived with Atreyu (My dog, shall blog of him soon with picture) and was in the office while Trey (What we call my dog most times) scarffed down all the treats Mrs.Sour (Secratery) had in there. Cheers for Trey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Those two were talking, mom and Mrs.Sour, and they said, "Oh, you don't need to go home, you just need ice for that." Basically, my plan of going home was gone, I ignored the ice and sat there, finishing a math test for the rest of the day. Jolly good fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, enjoy your day, that's all I have to rant about on this matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-7502422636621759764?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/7502422636621759764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/dangerous-doors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/7502422636621759764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/7502422636621759764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/dangerous-doors.html' title='Dangerous Doors'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-7802864716337735109</id><published>2010-04-16T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:15:34.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Awesome'/><title type='text'>Wreck My Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 315px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460765892629673666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S8iJpZ_CtsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1eLDvaGPPCE/s320/wreck+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alright, my mom got me a journal for my Birthday. Pretty wicked one, too, if I do say so myself. Within 5 days I had used it for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; of which it was created. To destroy. For the quote from the very title page of the book is '&lt;em&gt;To &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;create&lt;/span&gt; is to destroy&lt;/em&gt;'. I should add here that I do &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; agree with that quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now, to the right you see my journal. My mom put a sticker on the front because... There is a page in which it tells you to... &lt;em&gt;doodle&lt;/em&gt; over the cover page... and I just can't being myself to do such a horrible deed. No book should be harmed in such a way! The thought bring tears to my eyes, even. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But, alas, the other things that have happened to it are far worse, and I do say this from deep in my heart and soul. I have set my goal to destroy this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;book so creatively that people will shrivel out of pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; terror and possibly even pity my book. Now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm not saying I'm cruel. Just creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now, I haven't blogged in a while, and, well, my mom has been blogging about this on her blog, so she said I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; take it over. So I am. Pretty wicked, huh? But, yeah, I shall blog more, I swear to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, great wishes for you all to be well, and I have no school today!&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/941308773643706915-7802864716337735109?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/7802864716337735109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/wreck-my-journal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/7802864716337735109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/7802864716337735109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2010/04/wreck-my-journal.html' title='Wreck My Journal'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/S8iJpZ_CtsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1eLDvaGPPCE/s72-c/wreck+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-1556179931592153894</id><published>2009-11-23T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:47:12.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Colours~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Greetin's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah have now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt; a topic for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Independent&lt;/span&gt; Study at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; 'special school' (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Accordin&lt;/span&gt;' ta other people, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tha's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wha&lt;/span&gt;' it's called) So ah chose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt;' fun an' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt;' ah love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; read me? Ah have chosen a totally awesome topic. Do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; agree? If so, comment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; do, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;anythin&lt;/span&gt;' ah could study up on with colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; think this is the most idiotic thin' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; have ever herd someone (In this case, read) say! Tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; an' maybe suggest a better topic. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-1556179931592153894?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/1556179931592153894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/11/colours.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1556179931592153894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/1556179931592153894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/11/colours.html' title='Colours~'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-8289285513666563572</id><published>2009-11-08T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:33:11.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Flowers?~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now ah know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wha&lt;/span&gt;' yer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;'. Flowers? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wha'bout&lt;/span&gt; flower? Who would care enough 'bout some plant ta blog 'bout it, eh? Well, ah am! It's as simple as 1, 2, 4. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt; see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;', &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; mum, and me were all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;walkin&lt;/span&gt;' down our small little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;town&lt;/span&gt; which the cones come ta, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wes&lt;/span&gt; saw some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;paintin's&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Theys&lt;/span&gt; had flowers on them, real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pertty&lt;/span&gt; ones ta boot. There was a lady at the door of the house, an' she shouted ta us, "They're free if you want them!" So ah was all like, "Woo!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; mum took the best two and walked home like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;'. With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;paintin&lt;/span&gt;' in our hands, ah was in P-J's, an' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;drinkin&lt;/span&gt;' a bottle of Coca-Cola, and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;' was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;walkin&lt;/span&gt;' the dog. Quite a sight, don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; think? ( = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nowt the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;paintin's&lt;/span&gt; are in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt;' room, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;waitin&lt;/span&gt;' for me ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;fid&lt;/span&gt; 'em a place to hang! They're pretty awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'Til next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-8289285513666563572?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/8289285513666563572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/11/flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/8289285513666563572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/8289285513666563572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/11/flowers.html' title='Flowers?~'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-9088139780525824424</id><published>2009-11-01T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:46:39.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writers Month'/><title type='text'>Story~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He topped his head with his hat and buttoned up his coat. It was indeed a dark and stormy night. He smiled to himself as he walked down the side of the road, kicking aside the leaves as he went. All had went smoothly, and exactly how he had been planning it. Well, not actually perfect as he had thought it had been. He had left one fatal telling of the deed he had been doing up at the mansion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     The body was still there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;There be the first of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ah'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;writin&lt;/span&gt;' for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' writers month thin'! Ah hope it'll turn out good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;'Till next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-9088139780525824424?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/9088139780525824424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/11/story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/9088139780525824424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/9088139780525824424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/11/story.html' title='Story~'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-7947622392201695618</id><published>2009-10-29T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:55:43.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>It's here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time is finally come to now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You ready for the scariest day of all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you get your costume yet? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still time to visit the mall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you really think your ready? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or will all the fright get to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could hide from it for the whole time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe even &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lock yourself in the lou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that the true spirit of Halloween though?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think you know it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; you should stick around for the entire show. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-7947622392201695618?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/7947622392201695618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/7947622392201695618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/7947622392201695618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s here...'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-2034986316694745305</id><published>2009-10-29T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:00:32.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Nation Novel Writers Month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/SunWDLVQPZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XY0kNn9kfCY/s1600-h/logo13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398080978450136466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/SunWDLVQPZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XY0kNn9kfCY/s320/logo13.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the day of November 1st ta the day of November 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, ah shall be locked away, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;typin&lt;/span&gt;' on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; trusty laptop, Nevil. Ah may keep updates for y'all on how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; story is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;' along, maybe not, maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ah'll&lt;/span&gt; just be too busy to even blog! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt;' would be terrible though! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ah'm&lt;/span&gt; already &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;plottin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt;' awesome in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; head for this thin'. It shall go down in history!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; book will be published! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ah'll&lt;/span&gt; have ta come up with some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amazin&lt;/span&gt;' twists and characters. Ah may actually not put in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; favourite character of all time though.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason Miller.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bwahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;T'is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; favourite character &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' ah have ever made up. He's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' bad guy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' carries around a baseball bat! ( =&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Ah guess y'all will jus' have ta wait an' see how this all turns out! Maybe ah'll put some of my story on the blog for y'all ta see how ah write, an' so y'all can tell meh how much ah suck at writin'! Woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;'Til next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-2034986316694745305?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/2034986316694745305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/nation-novel-writers-month.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/2034986316694745305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/2034986316694745305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/nation-novel-writers-month.html' title='Nation Novel Writers Month.'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/SunWDLVQPZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XY0kNn9kfCY/s72-c/logo13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-365424223707656342</id><published>2009-10-28T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:35:02.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><title type='text'>Swine-Flu Soup~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Comin&lt;/span&gt;' ta y'all from someone who is totally infected! Maybe y'all will catch the piggy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decease&lt;/span&gt; like ah did. Maybe not, fer yer sake, ah hope not. Ah do admit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' ah made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of jokes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aboot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;this Swine Flu&lt;em&gt; thin', ah didn't take it seriously one bit. At least ah don' have ta get the shot for it now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thanksgivin&lt;/span&gt;', &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' holiday where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; and yer family all gather 'round a table an' eat turkey! Yeas, ah find it odd too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Eatin&lt;/span&gt;' turkey, the only real meat where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; HAVE ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sweeten&lt;/span&gt; it with some cranberry sauce, how lame eh? Yeah, we sure do some odd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thin's&lt;/span&gt; here in this country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sos&lt;/span&gt;, anyway. We had all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;o'mah&lt;/span&gt; family over for dinner (So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; cousins) an' since we had all had us some turkey all the other days, we had some pork instead. So ah was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;survin&lt;/span&gt;' up some slices of Swine Flu for everyone there. Sent 'em all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;laughin&lt;/span&gt;' like crazy when ah said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ah'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;guessin&lt;/span&gt;' this is revenge for not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;takin&lt;/span&gt;' it seriously. Ah came down with some Swine Flu y'all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So stay away from my Swine Flu stew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;any other&lt;/span&gt; piggy goo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's not really fun, so you better run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;when a piggy starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;chasin&lt;/span&gt;' you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;'Til next! Let's hope I live for y'all so ah can keep up the blogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-365424223707656342?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/365424223707656342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/swine-flu-soup.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/365424223707656342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/365424223707656342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/swine-flu-soup.html' title='Swine-Flu Soup~'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-3648466776061693748</id><published>2009-10-27T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:47:59.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Gasp!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you look up to the white board, ready to take notes, but there isn't anything written there to take notes on. There is only one thing on the board you can see. Your eyes go wide with surprise at what is written. You hear laughing from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beside&lt;/span&gt; you. You look to the desk beside you to see Shannon laughing like she had seen the funniest thing of her life. You look back to the board to make sure you read it right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In big red letters you see...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ILLUSION-RELIGION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How awesome, eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-3648466776061693748?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/3648466776061693748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/3648466776061693748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/3648466776061693748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='*Gasp!*'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-6071537952363656777</id><published>2009-10-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:47:30.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Textin' in class-SIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow-wee! Such it is, quite terrible actually. Who knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; would have yer cell phone in class! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt;' a tragic thin' ta keep in yer Wee-little pocket while yer teacher is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt;'. Then if it r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ings&lt;/span&gt;...Yer screwed! Bu' the thin' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' happened in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; class was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt;' epic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;Okay, so we was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sittin&lt;/span&gt;' against the wall for a stranger drill, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; know, where a strange person comes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;inta&lt;/span&gt; yer school? Well, this was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt;' a practice! So don't fret kiddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;Well, it was Dylan's cell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' went off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;durin&lt;/span&gt;' this. Boris found it on the floor, an' he thought it was our teachers cell. So he wen' an' put the cell ON the TEACHER'S desk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;So when the drill was over, she saw it and read the message, it was from Dylan's o&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Giiiirrrrrl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ffrrriieennddd&lt;/span&gt;. So our teacher actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; her back! On his cell! It was bloody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;'Til next y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-6071537952363656777?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/6071537952363656777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/textin-in-class-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/6071537952363656777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/6071537952363656777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/textin-in-class-sin.html' title='Textin&apos; in class-SIN'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-107108524073520370</id><published>2009-10-17T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:14:59.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>FootBall Fail~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;In Gym class on Friday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; team was me, two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;othah&lt;/span&gt; girls, an' a guy who was good at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;catchin&lt;/span&gt;' the football. Our usual arguer o' the team, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Callum&lt;/span&gt;, whom was also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pertty&lt;/span&gt; good at football wasn't there, an' neither was our captain. So it was the four of us an' we was against a team of four people. Four GUYS might ah add. One was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' tall ginger, another was the short athletic kid, then the really short gymnast an' then just the odd one. Yeah. Can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; guess the score?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;0 - 35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Guess who won! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tha's&lt;/span&gt; right! They did! We didn't even get one touchdown. We gained 7 yards throughout the whole class of 30min, an' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' was on our first play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;It was epic though, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ah'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;complainin&lt;/span&gt;'. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt;' awesome. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; teams won't lose on Monday? Doubt it. It's fun anyway. The best part is all the arguing though, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wha&lt;/span&gt;' ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Enjoy 'til next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-107108524073520370?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/107108524073520370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/foot-ball-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/107108524073520370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/107108524073520370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/foot-ball-fail.html' title='FootBall Fail~'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-601340444377471390</id><published>2009-10-11T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:47:18.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Rape in History Class?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; see, it was a normal history class, an' Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lambert&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;writtin&lt;/span&gt;' some stuff on the board. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt;' causes conflicts often. So he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;makin&lt;/span&gt;' the list...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~~Causes of Conflict~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Disagreement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Resources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sex                           (&gt;?_?&lt;) -Even the Question Monster is baffled-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Opinions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beliefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ah was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jottin&lt;/span&gt;' down the notes, an' ah saw 'SEX' on the board. Ah glanced at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; teacher. He had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' straight face like usual. We were all like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;skickerin&lt;/span&gt;' an' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gigglin&lt;/span&gt;'. So he turned to us an' ah put up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; hand. "Why did you put sex on the board?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He answered in the most simple way he could have... "Well, sex causes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of conflicts..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt;' just sent the class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;laughin&lt;/span&gt;' like crazy. after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;', &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;everythin&lt;/span&gt;' in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' class just sounded like rape. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ah'm&lt;/span&gt; not even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kiddin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the book, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;explainin&lt;/span&gt;' the different ways conflicts could be resolved. An' for '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;accommodation&lt;/span&gt; resolution' it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; 'The conflict is resolved when one person gives into the other person(s) and does what they want ever if it may not be pleasant or they may be angry about it, but they do not show how they really feel about what is happening.'&lt;em&gt; Now don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' sound like rape ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;? It does ta me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wells, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tata&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt;' was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;pertty&lt;/span&gt; random thin' ta talk about, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Til next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-601340444377471390?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/601340444377471390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/rape-in-history-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/601340444377471390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/601340444377471390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/rape-in-history-class.html' title='Rape in History Class?'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-7261398036488727567</id><published>2009-10-07T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:07:50.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><title type='text'>&lt;(?_?&lt;) Question Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would y'all like ta know how The Question Monster came ta life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;The crowd calls out loudly, "No!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, okay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt; don' have ta ask so loudly! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ah'd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lurv&lt;/span&gt; ta tell y'all how he became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wha&lt;/span&gt;' he is today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt; see, ah was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;playin&lt;/span&gt;' this weird game, and it's like text based. Called Castle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Marrach&lt;/span&gt;. ( = But, ah typed this one word, an' it came up as some random word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' ah didn't understand....so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;(?_?&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE QUESTION MONSTER CAME TO LIFE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tha's&lt;/span&gt; the story. So, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; can see the list at the side... So the right... No! Your other right... Yes, okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; got it. Well, the list of words for The Question Monster to eat. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; know what any of those words mean, comment on this entry, type the word, then describe what it means to me. ( =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;P.S. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't mind using small words in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' would be awesome. ( = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ah'm&lt;/span&gt; just not the brightest blueberry in the patch... an' ah have been told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' many times... by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;unnamed&lt;/span&gt; people (Dakota) whom ah will not name (Dakota) 'cause ah wouldn't want people ta guess about who I'm not naming (Dakota) to be evil people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;~~No hard feelin's unnamed person (Dakota) Still lurv yah ( = ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Til next!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-7261398036488727567?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/7261398036488727567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/question-monster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/7261398036488727567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/7261398036488727567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/question-monster.html' title='&lt;(?_?&lt;) Question Monster'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-4730229605240600794</id><published>2009-10-04T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:37:18.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah noticed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt;' quite terrible last night after ah couldn't breath through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; nose... ah felt like ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; was totally sick! But what ah realized is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;', &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;walkin&lt;/span&gt;' your dog around town after it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rainin&lt;/span&gt;' on a cold-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bare feet&lt;/span&gt; an' no sweater was NOT a good idea!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The other thing ah noticed was...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mah&lt;/span&gt; dog is awesome! 'Cause we totally walked ta the school, an' there is like this giant clock thing on the pavement, numbers an' all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' we like, played games on when was little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; dog went pee on the number 5! So ah was all like, "Dude! My dog can tell time!" So like, can y'all guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wha&lt;/span&gt;' time it was right then? Huh? Can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;? Ah bet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; can't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The audience shouts out, "Was it 5O'clock?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I laugh at the bad guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;No, it wasn't five PM, it was seven PM! = O No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;waayyy&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It may have been around seven PM here... But it sure was five Pm in Calgary! Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; dog is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;amazin&lt;/span&gt;'! Your jealous!! Laughs out loud. Y'all knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ah'm&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kiddin&lt;/span&gt;' with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;. Ah know none of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; would be jealous of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Til next y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-4730229605240600794?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/4730229605240600794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah-noticed-somethin-quite-terrible-last.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/4730229605240600794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/4730229605240600794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah-noticed-somethin-quite-terrible-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-5888311800873657071</id><published>2009-09-27T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:21:46.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Me And Emmas' Amazing Adventure~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;One of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; more fun adventures took place this weekend, on Saturday. Yes, Saturday was the day of the...crime. The crime of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;havin&lt;/span&gt;' too much fun! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; see, ah went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;campin&lt;/span&gt;' with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; pal Emma. We went Friday night, and stayed 'til Sunday, which after we got home we saw us a movie. It was&lt;/em&gt; Fame&lt;em&gt;, pretty good, sweet music.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sos&lt;/span&gt; ah an' Emma decided to go for a little walk. Well, it wasn't that little... Let me tell this in first person, wills be lots more fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back To The Time Of Saturday Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I stumbled through the woods, running after Emma. "Stop going so fast, Idiot!" I shouted at her. She just laughed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;skipped&lt;/span&gt; on ahead of me, far ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; caught up and we both stopped for a breath, all you could hear was, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ATREYU&lt;/span&gt;! TREY, GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" It was my dad shouting at my dog because he must have ran after me and Emma. Just like the last time we went to take a "walk". We both looked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; then we burst out laughing and skipped along the trail of rocks and made it to a new path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We really followed the path for a bit but then Emma saw... a log! "Look! A river!" she called to me. I trotted over to see what the heck she was pointing at. It was like this swampy river thing, and there was a log fallen over it. So Emma stepped onto the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;log&lt;/span&gt; and crouched. Then she started to shimmy along it, real slow like. So I just walked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; the river to go around and meet her on the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Where are you going?" she asked me as I walked across the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Just coming the easy way, you know, you should come this way too instead of falling in the water." She just rolled her eyes at my warning and kept moving along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But by the time she was half way across the log, I was waiting for her at the end of it. "Don't fall in, Emma. You wouldn't want to get wet, eh, Emma?" I said to her, really trying to male her fall in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Shut up, Shannon." I laughed and kept telling her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; her step and to not fall in. But guess what happened kids? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;She fell in?' all the children in the audience ask on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Que&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Indeed! She did! Well, more like stepped in. A branch she was holding broke, so she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;claimed&lt;/span&gt; to have stepped in the water instead of falling in, then crossed to where I was so I could taunt her and laugh at her for what she had done. Then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; it off with the classical saying, '&lt;em&gt;I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; so.&lt;/em&gt;" That was just the perfect touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So we kept on walking and I took a nice look out over some rocks...but I couldn't find Emma. So I looked all over. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;EEMMMMAAA&lt;/span&gt;!" I shouted. She called back so I ran along to her. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;climbed&lt;/span&gt; down some rocks and I joked about how we were both going to get lost and not be able to find each other. but Emma would get home safe while I like fell off a cliff or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That was a little before we came to the very epic remains of a castle thing! It was like blocked off with some grates but that didn't keep us from jumping through some of the windows of it. We just kept hopping through the windows and found like this random little path thing. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;! A wall, let's follow it, " Emma said so I just followed her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We pushed the branched and stuff out of our way as we jugged along the never ending path of total shitty grass. But alas, we did get to a nice path. It was flat in the middle, and lined by trees. Didn't look very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;traveled&lt;/span&gt; though. '&lt;em&gt;Oh well,&lt;/em&gt;' we thought and just kept going on. Sadly we didn't know how long that path was going to be for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As we ventured through I got bored and started telling Emma all the stupid ways that I would die in the forest, and they all involved one character that we had made up before that haunts my every dream and nightmare. &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt;. Also said, in jokes sake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; Jason lives in a cabin, we would go, "&lt;em&gt;Oh look, a cabin!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;It all was really fun though, and gave us something to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We came upon this like totally awesome cliff! So we like climbed up it, and as pointless as this is, we looked out, then climbed back down. "I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; fall into you, Shannon! So hurry up, Stupid," Emma laughed. I just rolled my eyes and slid back down the steep hill. She followed close behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just to point out, me and Emma always call each other stuff like, stupid, idiot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dunder&lt;/span&gt; head, ditz, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;bullok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ect&lt;/span&gt;. But that's because we're such awesome friends. ( =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So as we trotted along, there was this path bellow us that we wanted to go on but then we would have had to go down like this wall of rocks that looked like a big drop... So we went down, jumped off the ledge actually. Landed safe, no need to worry (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Doupt&lt;/span&gt; you would anyway) but yeah, we're safe still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then...Somehow we ended up a a river that we couldn't cross, so we went back, and forward...and in a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; were on the other side of the river...Had no real idea how that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. But we did end up at another, smaller stone house thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;turned&lt;/span&gt;, but there was a fence blocking our way that we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt; shown how to get around it anyway. So we kept walking and ended up in the town...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Shannon, in her pyjamas and a hat, and me in my sweater, yoga pants and a soaking shoe...Not an odd scene at all, eh?" Emma said all like calm style, but we both ended up laughing. So we walked through town not getting too many stares, but walking straight, then taking a left until Emma pointed, "A sign!" So we ran along and followed the sing and eventually, after all my arguing, got back to camp only to find my mom sitting by the fire, knitting. How dramatic, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;They didn't even worry about us but me and Emma both agreed, '&lt;em&gt;no one else would be as stupid as us together to do that. We're so special!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;campin&lt;/span&gt;' story y'all. Enjoy, there may be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;' pretty soon! 't&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; next, have a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-5888311800873657071?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/5888311800873657071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-and-emmas-amazing-adventure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/5888311800873657071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/5888311800873657071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-and-emmas-amazing-adventure.html' title='Me And Emmas&apos; Amazing Adventure~'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-6340367898507555399</id><published>2009-09-24T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:34:29.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><title type='text'>Computers~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;As ah have come ta find through the last few evil weeks, technology hates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;... Why it does, ah have no clue... But it does all the same. Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;? Huh? Can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; hate the Face of Death or Stinky instead? WHY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MEH&lt;/span&gt;?! What have ah done ta deserve this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;*thinks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh, stupid question... t(-_-t) "Forgive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt; oh great computers..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The poor DVD player, the colour printer...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' lonely little computer mouse, an' many others. They all suffered at the tip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;O'meh&lt;/span&gt; screwdriver an' other tools. As they now rest in pieces, we mourn their long, actually short, lives with tears of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt;. They was beautiful machines an' shall be up in computer heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So ah guess this would be pay back for the crimes ah have done... But why NOW of all times?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Geepers&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways, 'til next... Well uh...if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; laptop, Nevil, actually lets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt; get back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;onta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt; blog again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;' is... We can hope eh? Catch y'all later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-6340367898507555399?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/6340367898507555399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/computers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/6340367898507555399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/6340367898507555399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/computers.html' title='Computers~'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-2463110232792056614</id><published>2009-09-20T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:59:08.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Camping?~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah wen' campin' on the weekend, an' guess wha'? Where ah was campin' they were actually filmin' the movie 'CampRock2'. Fun fun eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When we was walkin' along one of the paths, ah saw this awesome spot just filled with autumn coloured leaves...sadly...they was fake leaves. Ah had thought it was so pretty, until mah mumm pointed out they were fake. We grabbed a bunch of 'em anyway. Maybe ah can sell 'em on the inter-web for a bunch of money! If any of ya'll are interested in buying some, or jus' want some, tell meh. ( =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So ah am actually goin' back to tha' camp sire while they will be filmin'. Ah'll try ta get some pictures an' have some fun. Ah also wan'ta take ma friend, ah'm bribin' her with Oreo cookies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So yeah, ah found it as quite strange ta find those leaves, but also pretty funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So yes, it was quite funny as ah found that fall had come early. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enjoy, comment, be safe. 'Til next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-2463110232792056614?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/2463110232792056614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/camping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/2463110232792056614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/2463110232792056614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/camping.html' title='Camping?~'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-2752363519149809486</id><published>2009-09-18T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:18:23.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Death By Cheese-a poem by me~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wells, ah wrote a little poem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~Death By Cheese~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day--started off fine,&lt;br /&gt;Until Senna decided to grab a cup of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that she went to the kitchen for a treat,&lt;br /&gt;And her fate was something she'd never thought to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked the cook for cheese and he gave it to her quick,&lt;br /&gt;But it slipped through her fingers before she even got in a lick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it fell through the air and dropped to the floor,&lt;br /&gt;The cheesy purity was no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now feeling awful for what she had just done,&lt;br /&gt;Senna reached in her purse and she pulled out a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh gods good Sister, this round you win,&lt;br /&gt;I shall go down to hell and pay for my sin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those last few words she held the gun to head,&lt;br /&gt;Finally ending her short life with a bullet of lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So her body lie there--motionless and still,&lt;br /&gt;Until her sister came to discover the kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please don't let this be true, have her live,&lt;br /&gt;To have her alive again there's nothing I wouldn't give."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sarnon&lt;/span&gt; had the gun in her hand,&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing the trigger to take her to that underground land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ended up together --happy and well,&lt;br /&gt;As both the sisters danced about down in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; ah hope y'all liked ma poem, ah hope ta put more up. Ah have a few more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-2752363519149809486?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/2752363519149809486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/wells-ah-wrote-little-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/2752363519149809486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/2752363519149809486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/wells-ah-wrote-little-poem.html' title='Death By Cheese-a poem by me~'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-452183059130134806</id><published>2009-09-18T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:58:32.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep Stuff'/><title type='text'>From mah view~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mah friend asked me to write her somethin', somethin' about me. So ah did, but she said it was ta be from mah view of things, so tha's what ah did. Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sadly she ended up saying the first one was too deep to work &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I see the world through my eyes, and no one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt;. Other people see it from their views but those are different to mine. Life is there, so live it, I say. Also, why should you be anyone but yourself? You can be no more and no less then that who you are, so just accept it and live it to your best. I see people as weird, when they would see me as weird, where as I am just me. Some things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fascinate&lt;/span&gt; me and others bore me, simple, I know. Yet that is all there is. There are the bright things that catch my eyes, things that will make me think, and the rare things that I ignore. If something is the same as other things, even people, I won't even give it a second look. If you've seen it once, why look again?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So ah wrote her another one, a simpler one that described more about me, yet was also deep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;If you were me and I were you, then who would need to guess? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; just see that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; pie and then go away and never come back. Just don't steal my shoes, my sweater or worse, my pie or story. If I could kick you during school, your ass would hurt like hell, b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt; if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; me to wrestling, I'll take you down. So beware my tricks and sweet I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pod&lt;/span&gt;, for not is all as it seems, Fool.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again, enjoy, comment, and whatever else yah feel like doin'. But this one mah friend seemed to like, even though she liked both of 'em. ( =&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-452183059130134806?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/452183059130134806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-mah-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/452183059130134806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/452183059130134806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-mah-view.html' title='From mah view~'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-501706569197121523</id><published>2009-09-18T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:06:29.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep Stuff'/><title type='text'>A little wise wisdom from meh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;As ah have just discovered, ah am actually very deep. What with all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; advice about life and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;. Ah never really knew this though, until ma friend came with a problem of not liking life how it was for her at the time. So as ah am, ah gave her somethings to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tha's&lt;/span&gt; just how ah am. So ah say, why not share a little of it with y'all and post it? Are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hearin&lt;/span&gt;' it then? Good luck ( =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;You are only but yourself, no one else. You were not made from a mold of other's expectations, but from the mold of your own feelings and attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;You should express yourself and accept who you are, not try to be what other people want to you be, but only be yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;A person can only be themselves. They can be no more and no less, so make the best of your life and live it to the fullest, enjoy and savour every moment and always remember, if things get low and dark, they will always brighten again. So stick into it for the whole ride, don't get off halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;So there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; wisdom, enjoy and think about it. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ah'll&lt;/span&gt; write some more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; later = P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;'Til then, take care y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-501706569197121523?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/501706569197121523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-wise-wisdom-from-meh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/501706569197121523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/501706569197121523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-wise-wisdom-from-meh.html' title='A little wise wisdom from meh~'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941308773643706915.post-3392998896419430523</id><published>2009-09-17T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:06:58.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcoming'/><title type='text'>This is a post, to mah blog~The first one~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Might ah just welcome yah to mah...amazing blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;First of all, ah would like to tell a little bit about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Ah love pie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Wells, that's it really, ah hope to make more entries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Tata for nows peoples!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941308773643706915-3392998896419430523?l=illusion-esk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/feeds/3392998896419430523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-post-to-my-blogthe-first-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/3392998896419430523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941308773643706915/posts/default/3392998896419430523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusion-esk.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-post-to-my-blogthe-first-one.html' title='This is a post, to mah blog~The first one~~'/><author><name>Shann Ekan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01988408502418747982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zf4YTTlQT0E/TMpB35-XjJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1s042rthe_Y/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
