<?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-10830316</id><updated>2012-01-13T09:06:04.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yi Shang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01579581736061091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10830316.post-2325266368738749041</id><published>2011-10-26T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T00:13:58.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CozyCot's 10th Birthday Bash!</title><content type='html'>DEAR READERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COZYCOT 10th Birthday Bash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cozycot.com/birthdaybash2011/"&gt;&lt;img alt="CozyCot Birthday Bash " src="http://forums.cozycot.com/edm/2011/Love_Fest_2011/300x400.gif" width="225" height="301" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To learn more, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.cozycot.com/birthdaybash2011"&gt;http://www.cozycot.com/birthdaybash2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10830316-2325266368738749041?l=yishangz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/feeds/2325266368738749041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10830316&amp;postID=2325266368738749041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/2325266368738749041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/2325266368738749041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/2011/10/cozycots-10th-birthday-bash.html' title='CozyCot&apos;s 10th Birthday Bash!'/><author><name>Yi Shang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01579581736061091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10830316.post-111762838457199676</id><published>2005-06-01T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T05:19:44.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 6</title><content type='html'>Making full use of his reflexes, Chris managed to prevent himself from being spurted by the liquid. The liquid was spurted on the ground instead, soon the ground began to corrode and slowly a pungent gas came out of it, Chris covered his nostrils and stayed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nogard Gink", Chris snarled those words again. This time, one other head of the King Dragon fell down to the ground. It was the one that spurted liquid. Left with only 1 more head, the King Dragon swept its gigantic whip-like tail in Chris's direction and sent him flying. His earmuffs came off as a result. Just as Chris was about to get up and stay a distance from it, the King Dragon gave out a big roar which makes Chris feel terribly weak. Once again, Chris fell down to the ground, slowly crawling away. He was too weak to fight the dragon anymore, the last thing he could rely on was the curse, Nogard Gink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the King Dragon approached Chris. Finally, it lifted up its enormous feet, wanting to crush Chris to pieces. Chris put both of his hands on his mouth, hoping this would amplify his voice. "No..Gar....d G...ink!", Chris shouted to his best in spite of his low strength. The third and last head came off just as the King Dragon was about to lay his feet down on Chris. The dragon collapsed to the ground, dead for sure. At this moment, Chris was so relieved. Now, he has to retrieve the key from its stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding whatever sharp objects he could, Chirs used them to their fullest to pierce that rock-hard stomach of the King Dragon. He saw a golden stick-like structure inside. "This must be the key!", Chris said to himself. After some cleaning of the key and some rest, Chris kept the key and began setting off for the second key, which was in Karamja as shown in the second leaf. Of course, he wouldn't forget the shield that saved him, the 'Anti-FireBreath Shield'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Chris now has no more money left on him. He couldn't afford to take a boat ride to Karamja, he's to find some work that could earn him some pennies. Boldly, he went up to the boatman and asked for a free ride. Needless to say, he was pushed away. "Off you go beggar!", shouted the boatman. Chris felt so dejected and work-desperate at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looking for a job?", asked a quite well-off merchant. Chris agreed to it immediately, his job was to just pick some bananas nearby to fill a crate to be transported later. The merchant would pay him 30 coins if he do so, which is just enough for that boat ride. As he was picking slowly, he saw a strange-looking red banana. Mischeviously, he plucked it, the ground suddenly began to shake violently and he was sucked into some kind of dungeon...To Be Continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10830316-111762838457199676?l=yishangz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/feeds/111762838457199676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10830316&amp;postID=111762838457199676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/111762838457199676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/111762838457199676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/2005/06/episode-6.html' title='Episode 6'/><author><name>Yi Shang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01579581736061091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10830316.post-111510549027178339</id><published>2005-05-03T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T00:31:30.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 5</title><content type='html'>As Chris looked down, a gush of flames emerged out of a sudden from beneath the hole. To his quickest reaction, Chris turned away from the flames and fell to the ground. Chris could do nothing but watch the flames bursting at regular intervals, it seems to him that something gigantic is snoring below that hole, and the only thing that could snore out flames is none other than the King Dragon the boatman's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris didn't know how to defeat something so gigantic, he needed to know how it attacks and its weakness. Just then, he saw a wierd looking creature walking past him and jumping into that hole! Chris rushed to see what was happening, all he saw was that wierd creature and another gigantic black creature with 3 heads, it has to be the King Dragon! Chris witness the battle between these 2 heartless freaks and found out that  each of  its 3 heads has special abilities, one to poison, another to burst flames and the last to weaken reflexes through its roars. He watched as the helpless little creature was defeated by the King Dragon and realised that the orange walls surrounding them was not at all affected by the flames and poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That rock could be used as a shield if I do some crafting on it", Chris mumbled to himself. He looked around and realised that his surrounding walls was similar to the one below. Suddenly, he heard a loud stomping sound, the walls shatter and fell to pieces due to the earthquake. Heaven was on Chris's side as he was now able to spot an orange piece of rock which he could grip that fell off from that wall. He has now found the shield to aid him in the combat. "This shield shall be named the Anti-FireBreath Shield if i survived this battle"..Chris swore. Now he needed something to protect him from the roars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that he still have 2 wishes from the Monkey Princess left, he made use of the wish that begin with 'Y'. The wish goes like this..." Yield upon me earmuffs to protect me from roars", Chris shouted. Out of nowhere, a set of earmuffs appeared on Chris hands and he wore it. Earlier, Chris has thought of using the last wish to 'Vanish the Dragon' but vanishing could mean no keys could be found. Now the only thing left to do is to find out its weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnoticeably, Chris slipped down the hole just before the Dragon snored out the flames again. He sneaked behind the Dragon, and saw an altar with some inscribings on it. It says "This Dragon has been created out of mischief by me, read his name from the back three times in front of the dragon's eyes and it will disappear. Then he saw blood on the word after, meaning the person has been killed after he wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'King Dragon', to be read from the back would be 'Nogard Gink'. This seemed too easy for Chris. But he had to read it in front of the Dragon. Without delay, Chris rushed to the front of the dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nogar...", before Chris could complete the first read, flames gushed out from one of the Dragon's head. Chris raised up his shield to cover but got a slight burn on his legs. "Nogard Gink", as soon as it is read, one of the Dragon's head fell down to the ground, it was the one that gushed out flames. Suddenlt, some green liquid spurted out from the other head..To be Continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10830316-111510549027178339?l=yishangz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/feeds/111510549027178339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10830316&amp;postID=111510549027178339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/111510549027178339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/111510549027178339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/2005/05/episode-5.html' title='Episode 5'/><author><name>Yi Shang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01579581736061091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10830316.post-110856727793692182</id><published>2005-02-16T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T07:21:17.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 4</title><content type='html'>Selling almost all his valuables, Chris manage to accumulate enough money for a trip to Adourgne by boat. Exhausted after the days at Monkey Island, he strolled slowly towards the shore to the boatman that's patiently awaiting for his boat to be filled with passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much for a ticket to Adourgne Sir?" asked Chris.&lt;br /&gt;"Adourgne? I always rowed an empty boat back whenever I go there, for there were no survivors after they went deeper into the island..you sure of going there?"&lt;br /&gt;Chris was willing to brave any dangers that may arise that he strongly agree on going there. He paid the boatman and the boat left the shore with only him and the boatman, as no one dare to go to Adourgne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their way to Adourgne, several crows flew above them up in the sky. To most zarnakanians, this is a sign of bad omen, and disaster may befall. Chris was hoping hard that the boat would arrive there safely, for he don't want another adventure like the Monkey Island. Together the boatman and Chris struggled with the ongoing storms and waves before they finally arrive at Adourgne. The island seem so green that no one could sense danger was just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I foresee you don't come here for sightseeing my friend..." said the boatman.&lt;br /&gt;"eh...how did you know? I'm looking for the first key to the chest at Lavender Island, I wonder if you'd help me?" replied Chris&lt;br /&gt;"hmm...the key is trapped in the stomach of the King Dragon, Adourgne, who ruled Adourgne for centuries. To get it you'll need to defeat the dragon in the cave behind you, which no one has..good luck my friend" said the boatman. Chris thought about how he could slay the dragon as he watch the boatman drifting further and further away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealthily, he paced towards the cave the boatman was referring to. Once again he saw corpses as he did at Monkey Island. Just as he stepped into the cave, flocks of blood-thirsty bats flew past him and bit him on the neck, hoping to suck some blood which they have not done for years. Using his ultimate strength, Chris pulled out the bats and smashed them to the ground and crawl speedily right inside. The bats did not follow, instead they retreated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris saw a big hole right in front of him. He looked down...To Be Continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10830316-110856727793692182?l=yishangz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/110856727793692182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/110856727793692182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/2005/02/episode-4.html' title='Episode 4'/><author><name>Yi Shang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01579581736061091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10830316.post-110839517845242733</id><published>2005-02-04T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:32:58.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The rays of the sun slowly and vividly emerged as dews formed above the banana leaves. One of the dews dripped on Chris’s bushy face, awaking him from his shivering sleep. Chris rose up and check for any fallen bananas. There weren’t any in sight except for rotten ones. As he was about to get up, he felt something soft hit him on the head. It soon fell to the ground and to Chris’s astonishment, it was a fresh banana! The one he’s been waiting for the whole night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After all, Chris’s efforts haven’t been wasted. Now he’s got the banana to get out of this stupid place, the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Monkey&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Island&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. He held the banana tightly, heat gushed through his fingers as the banana began to glow. Just then, he heard a gentle voice calling him. It was the princess, no one would have thought she would sound like this. “Chris, since you’ve got to know my birthday, I deem you an honor to seal this secret. Should you not let the cat out of the bag, I shall grant you 3 wishes starting with I, V and Y. Use them wisely as they’re hard to come by. Since you’ve got the banana I can’t stop you from getting out of here. Farewell…” said the princess.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seconds later an explosion occurs and Chris vanished with the blink of an eye. He was teleported to the main town of all islands, falador. There he asked around for the information on the lavender pearl he’s been searching for. It was rumored the pearl has been kept in a treasure chest buried somewhere in the lavender plains. The chest can only unlock upon the presence of 3 keys of unknown locations. The lavender plains can only be accessed through a membrane at &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Lavender&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Island&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chris, upon receiving this precious information, sat down and think how he could be able to find out the exact location of these 3 keys, and how is he able to get to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Lavender&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Island&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, which seems so far from him. He was brooding over it when suddenly he heard “Bananas for sale 10 coins each!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Bananas? Ah! Didn’t the monkey princess grant me 3 wishes? If I can make the first wish start with the letter ‘I’ asking for the location of the 3 keys maybe I can just know it. It beats asking around, which seem to take forever.” Whispered Chris to himself. Without delay he starting constructing the sentence for his first wish. Due to his poor vocabulary, it took him quite some time. Finally, he came out with this “I wish I could know the exact location of the 3 keys to the treasure chest at lavender plains”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A gust of wind blew past Chris, 3 leaves from a tree he is sitting beside fell down on the ground in front of him. These 3 leaves turned to 3 complicated maps, showing the location of the 3 keys…Chris now was ready to find the first key, which is at adourgne…To Be Continued…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10830316-110839517845242733?l=yishangz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/feeds/110839517845242733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10830316&amp;postID=110839517845242733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/110839517845242733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/110839517845242733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/2005/02/episode-3.html' title='Episode 3'/><author><name>Yi Shang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01579581736061091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10830316.post-110839505193179274</id><published>2005-02-03T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:30:51.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘Royal Blood? Isn’t that the monkey princess?’ whispered Chris to himself. He knew he had to find out the princess’s birthday if he wants to get out of this place of torment. But the princess isn’t as simple as he thinks. “Dear Princess, I’ve known a spell which can bring you eternity as you’ve always wanted, all I need is your birthday on this stone and my blessings..Please allow me to fulfil your wish” said the worn-out Chris after a whole day of picking bananas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“My birthday? Anyone who hears of it will be cursed with a spell that devours your voice! My birthday can only be known to my father, and no one else! “ snapped the hot-headed princess. Chris, controlling his temper, looked around with his vengeful eyes and found another old monkey that seemed so kind amongst the rest. That old monkey seemed to signal something to him by throwing a red banana out to the forest. Chris pondered over the signal the whole night when the next morning, he saw a group of monkeys playing a game called ‘Hop-Scotch’. It involves throwing something to a location and jumping to that location.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Immediately, he thought of the banana the old monkey threw last night. ‘Is he trying to lure me to some place where he can tell me something? If so I’ve got to find the banana!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without delay Chris went to the forest in search of the thrown banana. He spent four hours in vain. He was giving up when all of a sudden he tripped over something. It was the red banana! He looked around and saw the old monkey above the tree.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Cough! Cough! I foresee you’ve come to see me for the princess’s birthday. I can’t tell you for you’ll be cursed. The day when the sea turns red and dark clouds formed&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;resembling a monkey is the day before the evil princess’s birthday.” Said the wise old monkey in a weak and coarse tone. The day Chris gets out of this island is drawing near as he’s got all the clues. Now all he’d left to do was to wait for that day the old monkey mentioned.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Day by day he waited as he picked the bananas. Beard grew all over his face as he was just too lazy to wash up. Suddenly, he saw red patches slowly forming above the sea. Dark clouds formed together with the red patches in shape of a monkey. This was the situation he’s always been awaiting. It was the day before the princess’s birthday! Chris went straight to that old tree with the engravings. He’s decided to stay there till dawn&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;next morning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the cold night approaches, Chris was left shivering in the vast forest. It was so dark he could hardly see. He heard other monkeys groaning in pain. The princess’s birthday was rumored to have caused this pain and agony among the monkeys. Chris gathered some firewood and started a fire. He waited and waited….To be Continued&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10830316-110839505193179274?l=yishangz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/feeds/110839505193179274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10830316&amp;postID=110839505193179274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/110839505193179274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/110839505193179274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/2005/02/episode-2.html' title='Episode 2'/><author><name>Yi Shang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01579581736061091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10830316.post-110839485587747213</id><published>2005-02-02T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:31:53.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The golden sun rises above the horizon, casting rays of light to the dark sky. Christopher looked at it thinking “just another ordinary day for me…” “Long last Zarnarkand! Prosper Zarnarkand!” , these few words were the daily rituals of every zarnarkanian. Christopher has been staying there since the day he lost his ship, almost a couple of years ago.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘I’ve got another quest for you Chris!’ snarled the zarnarkanian chief, Voldemort.”You’ll have to retrieve the long lost lavender pearl, beware of the mighty Princess Lavender…remember never succumb to lust’…these were the final instructions of Voldemort before Christopher set off for his exciting journey ahead&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As Chris was about to board a ship, he was pinched in his leg by his cat which can talk. “Love Me, Feed Me, Never Leave Me…meow” whispered his cat. Chris wiped his tears as his ship drifted further. The waves were tremendous, Chris, being the strongest man in zarnarkand, could no longer last out after two hours of futile attempts to stay afloat. He succumbs to the waves and was swept to an island, ‘&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Monkey&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the name suggests, the island was filled with monkeys. Chris woke up in a bed made of monkey skin, he saw skulls around him and monkeys licking them. Amongst them was a human-like, short and well-dressed female monkey. ‘Where am I? How did I get here?’ asked the curious Chris. ‘Bleah! You’re in the island of monkeys, obey the princess or get eaten by my hungry babies!’ said the female monkey.. No doubt, the female monkey was the princess, Chris was asked to pick all the bananas in the island. He knew it was going to take forever. “I’d rather die than being enslaved! To Lord be my ruler, not a lowly princess like you.” Snapped Chris.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Being stared by the gorgeful eyes of the princess, and the hungry monkeys, Chris remembered he’s a quest for the lavender pearl and must never die. He submitted to them in the end, in hope he may find the light out of this island. He started work immediately as there can be no delay in making the princess’s ultimate Banana Potion that can bring eternity upon consumed. Slowly he picked one by one till he came to a tree that seems so unusual. Stealthly he paced towards it, only to see its decaying barks. He examined it closely, and saw some encravings like this “To the banana that falls on Birthday of Royal Blood may you find your way out of here”….To be continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10830316-110839485587747213?l=yishangz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/feeds/110839485587747213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10830316&amp;postID=110839485587747213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/110839485587747213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10830316/posts/default/110839485587747213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yishangz.blogspot.com/2005/02/start.html' title='Start'/><author><name>Yi Shang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01579581736061091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
