<?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-23415072</id><updated>2011-07-15T14:05:48.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginative Writings</title><subtitle type='html'>No. We are not fact-tors</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFSnQFCrtpo/S2Ld8ESIL9I/AAAAAAAADuM/9MZOmnMlx-4/S220/22340_281325356859_595001859_4024024_4417159_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23415072.post-114639006066715824</id><published>2009-12-31T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:25:28.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perm Notice : Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY AND WELCOME TO WE-IMAGINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is We-Imagine.blogspot.com?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is a blog page full of stories the Authors write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Full of imagination.Full of inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was Tended by the WI team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is WI team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WIT means WE IMAGINE TEAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WIT is made up of 2 girls of aged 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WlT write our their imagination and thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daine &amp; Raine were the team members of WIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The connections between Daine &amp;amp; Raine is CLASSMATES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was a coincidence why their name was like that and they believed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the purpose of WI?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The WIT has passion for writing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thus decided to start on a blog consisting all their imaginations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each of them took turns to write out a chapter trying to continue each other`s ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Daine speech about WI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It took me hours to figure out the codes of this damned layout and finally i did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I did not really made the layout , nither did i code the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I merely just edited this whole damned thing and it could be&lt;br /&gt;stated as partially my work, because i edited alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But still, thanks the people who made the original thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Credits are always given for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We do not believe in ripping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We made WI is because we wanted to write out our stories instead of keeping them inside and not doing anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our identity would be best kept secret as we would not like insults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me and raine has been 2 years of classmate and what is after that could be for later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope to see further improvements in this blog :) Cheers Readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Raine speech about WI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, to start things rolling, this background and everything wasnt to not be credited, &amp; thus, special thanks to those peeps who made our blog a reality :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yes, the only thing i helped out in this editing of the whole layout was the additional of the links to each different chapters. Still, the one who's best at all these editings are Daine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The only thing we contribute into this blog are my stories, her stories and thus, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our stories&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We-Imagine. As our name implies, every stories you've read or are going to read, are &lt;u&gt;100% written by us&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We write because we imagine"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May you find our stories pleasing to your eyes! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Geee, i've got nothing else to write about, as all that's supposed to said are penned down by Daine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We gladly welcome Comments/Suggestions with wide, open arms with shiny teeth smiling at you! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till then, peace to the wonderful natured, friendly and matured beings on earth! Take loads of care everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do i contact WI?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through email!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe msn later. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Their email is &lt;a href="mailto:we_imagine@hotmail.com"&gt;we_imagine@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could send in suggestions or comments as well as story request to be published, Example, horror, Romantic... Ect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23415072-114639006066715824?l=we-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/114639006066715824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23415072&amp;postID=114639006066715824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114639006066715824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114639006066715824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2007/12/perm-notice-greetings.html' title='Perm Notice : Greetings'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFSnQFCrtpo/S2Ld8ESIL9I/AAAAAAAADuM/9MZOmnMlx-4/S220/22340_281325356859_595001859_4024024_4417159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23415072.post-2084903570353855243</id><published>2008-01-17T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T05:50:44.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pompous Pauline! Or is she.. A POSEUR?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Other World ;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8 ; Pompous Pauline! Or is she.. A POSEUR?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline was beautifully dressed in a white gown with yellow flowers embedded onto the sides of her skirt.&lt;br /&gt;On her head, wore a tiara with the words &lt;strong&gt;"FAITH"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked down the steps, a great surge of Pauline's charisma came rushing into Evia's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh damn, she sure DOES look like a princess now!"&lt;/em&gt; Exclaimed Evia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline walked poisely towards Reyna and instead of being the kind hearted and gentle girl that she was before, she became&lt;strong&gt; arrogant&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey erm, would you get out of my sight, for you are not in a position to listen to us PRINCESSES conversing. Now.. If you might excuse yourself, shoo along girl!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flabbergasted, Evia stood rooted to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes and ears could not fathom what was wrong with Pauline, for she would &lt;strong&gt;NEVER, EVER&lt;/strong&gt; speak to anyone with that hurtful tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pauline! Why on Mother Earth did you say those words to Reyna? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR SANITY?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ohhhh, shut up Evia. We both know crystal clearly that we're DA PRINCESSES now, so why are you still upholding your Angel-Like image? Carry on with this and you're bound to get stepped on, I tell ya!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But, but..."&lt;/em&gt; Continued Evia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No buts honey! A Princess gotta do.. What a Princess' gotta do! Oh, come on, let's get down to the Grand Hall and give those lowly officials and staffs some ROYAL TREATMENT, baby!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Evia's heart could pump blood out of her Arteries once more, Pauline walked as fast as she could and Evia stood at the same spot again, watched Pauline's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY... It's as though a bolt of lightning struck Evia's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey!! Isn't Pauline's hair supposed to be longer and curlier? And she doesn't like tying her hair up in a bun! Why is her hair up in a bun now?"&lt;/em&gt; Wondered Evia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And.. And..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE'S. GOT. A. TATTOO. AT. THE. BACK. OF. HER. NECK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just what happened to Pauline? Could something bad have happened when they jumped into the pool?&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/23415072-2084903570353855243?l=we-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/2084903570353855243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23415072&amp;postID=2084903570353855243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/2084903570353855243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/2084903570353855243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/01/pompous-pauline-or-is-she-poseur.html' title='Pompous Pauline! Or is she.. A POSEUR?!!'/><author><name>Raine</name><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-23415072.post-3135426061839019096</id><published>2007-11-22T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:17:01.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other World ; Chapter 7 ;  Ted`s Reason</title><content type='html'>The Other World ; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7 ;  Ted`s Reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls, promise me, do not tell anyone what i`m gonna tell you" Ted hissed in a mysterious tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline and I nodded in agreement and were anxious to know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Follow me." Ted led us to a swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are we here for?" i asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jump in." Ted commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?! you`ll asking us to jump in the pool?!" Pauline awed with shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me. i wont do any harm to you both..." Ted assured and jumped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline stared at me with fear . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... you first?" she joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and jumped in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i jumped in that cold pool of water,&lt;br /&gt;i could hear a woman singing...&lt;br /&gt;whsipering... in my ears..&lt;br /&gt;my skin felt like as though a fingernail is going around my skin...&lt;br /&gt;Lingering.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments of that eerie torture, &lt;br /&gt;i opened my eyes and found my seated on a cloud of orange.&lt;br /&gt;I looked around with my heart beating as fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TED! PAULINE! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS??" i shouted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one moment i thought i was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small floating figure with her face as cute as a fairy came to me..&lt;br /&gt;"Princess Evia... Please change up in this toga... for our prince wants you to be as his chamber in awhile..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are my friends Pauline and Ted? And.. who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Princess Evia...Princess Pauline is currently in her chamber... Room of faith...Your room is named Room of joy...Prince Ted is our ruler... Currently in the Room of Hope... I am the servant for the Room Of Joy. I do not have a name." She answered in her polite tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You`re my servant?" i asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Princess Evia.. You can ask me for anything . i will try my best to serve you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont like treating people like servants you know...Can i give you a name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.... its my pleasure Princess Evia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about.. Reyna? Oh, and stop calling me princess. its sooo NOT ME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reyna sounds great! thank you.. Princess. It is my rule to call you princess..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay. Reyna.. lets get dressed. i`m going to scodl the #$#@$ out of Ted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh?" she gave me an oh so adorable innocent look.&lt;br /&gt;I got changed up with alot of things going through my head...&lt;br /&gt;I was led to something that looks like a hallway...&lt;br /&gt;many room were connected..&lt;br /&gt;the floors were made of clouds...&lt;br /&gt;My room was made of orange and my door is orange.&lt;br /&gt;the hallway`s floor was like pure white.&lt;br /&gt;i saw many doors... of differing colour.&lt;br /&gt;stepping out from the purple door i saw Pauline..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23415072-3135426061839019096?l=we-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/3135426061839019096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23415072&amp;postID=3135426061839019096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/3135426061839019096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/3135426061839019096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2007/11/other-world-chapter-7-teds-reason.html' title='The Other World ; Chapter 7 ;  Ted`s Reason'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFSnQFCrtpo/S2Ld8ESIL9I/AAAAAAAADuM/9MZOmnMlx-4/S220/22340_281325356859_595001859_4024024_4417159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23415072.post-114672995764717605</id><published>2006-05-04T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:18:51.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other World ; Chapter 6 ; Where On Earth?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Other World ; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chapter 6 ; Where On Earth?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the next moment, I turned around to glance at my surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I saw the bizzare change with my own eyes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;from the orangey bus shelter, to a bright yellow hut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;from the seats at the bus shelter, to the boats replaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;from the lights beside the shelter, to the fireflies buzzing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where on earth are we?!" &lt;/em&gt;Pauline asked me, grabbing my hands anxiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't know either!" But dont worry Pauline, i'm sure that there's a way out to this unnatural scene!" &lt;/em&gt;I assured Pauline, even though i know that there's &lt;u&gt;no way&lt;/u&gt; we could be saved, as the place was desserted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We kept walking, searching frantically for any exits to this weird place, but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Despite that, we continued walking and walking, until we saw lights further down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Feeling happy, we ran and finally reached our destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What on Mother Nature are these creatures!?"&lt;/em&gt; Pauline said flabbergasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before our very eyes, weren't inhabitants of the earth but more on heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know what they exactly were, but it seemed to me that they were legendary animals, as i've heard of their features during animalthology lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's this creature that looked like a Centaurian, whereby it's legs were of a horse's and it's body were of a human's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The other creature looks more like a Pegasus', with a horse's body and extended wings on it's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In this community, there's this Phoenix as well. God damn! It's the best and most beautiful and wonderful bird species i've ever seen in my entire life. It has the features of a bird, just that the most extraordinary feature of it was that it was in flames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We approached them, asking politely for fear of these creatures being provoked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Erm, excuse me Sir. Can you please tell us where is this place exactly? As we are lost."&lt;/em&gt; I asked the Centaurian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At first, we thought that we were insane to be asking these animals questions, as there's no way that they could answer our questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But to our amazement, the Centaur answered us immediately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey girls. I'm sorry to say, but you are now in the Other World."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What!? The Other World?! What do you mean by this? How do we actually get to this place?!" &lt;/em&gt;Pauline asked uneasily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's nothing wrong with this place. You see, even your friend, Ted is here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Ted?! Where is he?! How is it that I don't see him here?! Wher-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pauline! Pauline! Grab hold of yourself! You don't wanna provoke the Centuar ya? Please remain calm."&lt;/em&gt; I stopped Pauline in her words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Turn 3times around and you'll see Ted right before your very eyes." &lt;/em&gt;The Centaur told us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We did as we were told and true enough, after our third round, Ted appeared infront of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ted!"&lt;/em&gt; We both shouted. &lt;em&gt;"Where did you disappear to all these while!? What are you doing here?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hush! Don't get too excited about this.. I shall tell you my story as to how i arrived here.."&lt;/em&gt; Ted told us secretly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2007/11/other-world-chapter-7-teds-reason.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click to continue ; Chapter 6 &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23415072-114672995764717605?l=we-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/114672995764717605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23415072&amp;postID=114672995764717605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114672995764717605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114672995764717605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2006/05/other-world-chapter-6-where-on-earth.html' title='The Other World ; Chapter 6 ; Where On Earth?!'/><author><name>Raine</name><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-23415072.post-114642433874087335</id><published>2006-04-30T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:59:47.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other World ; Chapter 5 ; 393?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Other World;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chapter 5 ; 393...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what on earth is 393?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing related to 393 in any sort or another.&lt;br /&gt;I began to felt like i`m trapped in a dimension full of walls that cant be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What exactly is 393?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 events&lt;/strong&gt; of this 393.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st was in the middle of the night. at 3.33am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd was outside a voodoo`s store. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had thought of many possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It may be a block number, A code, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant think!I ever thought of the bus number 393.&lt;br /&gt;But there is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no such&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bus!&lt;br /&gt;So i guess i should skip that thought.&lt;br /&gt;I brought Pauline to the living room and fed her the pills.&lt;br /&gt;I told her after she finished swallowing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm..Pauline...I dont know if i should be telling you this...But...I have recieved a weird call, before the one you recieved outside the voodoo shop..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! Eiva! &lt;strong&gt;Why didn`t you tell me so&lt;/strong&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tried to! But...It was before you passed out!I did not want to make you more upset"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eiva... i understand... But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what is this 393 about&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont know... i was trying to solve it. But it seems so hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eiva...please... help Ted...You know i cant think now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will. I will try. Dont get upset.Come on. Lets head to the mall for you to cool yourself down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got dressed and hopped into a cab.We passed the bent where it was almost deserted and the taxi broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry ladies. i cant help myself too." The taxi driver made a huge sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline and i made our way out of the cab and walk down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God damn! There is no bus no nothing.And i dont see a single soul here!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Eiva... I`m getting.. Uncomfortable..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hang on I`ll try calling someone for help"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out my cell phone and pressed the numbers violently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;HOLY COW! NO RECEPTION?!Nevermind. I do not believe we are in such a luck. Lets continue walking&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held hands and walked deeper in the bent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Pauline! We are saved! A bus-stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus-stop stood there with orange seats and blinking lights.&lt;br /&gt;The bulb has fused i think.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the Bus would stop by here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We waited for 13mins and the bus came exactly at 9.33pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flagged it down and it came nearer to the bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivers went down my spine and i started to pant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUS 393? ARE YOU KIDDING GOD&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;i only knew... there is no such bus as 393 in this country...&lt;br /&gt;What is happening?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2006/05/other-world-chapter-6-where-on-earth.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click to continue ; Chapter 6 &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23415072-114642433874087335?l=we-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/114642433874087335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23415072&amp;postID=114642433874087335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114642433874087335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114642433874087335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2006/04/other-world-chapter-5-393.html' title='The Other World ; Chapter 5 ; 393?'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFSnQFCrtpo/S2Ld8ESIL9I/AAAAAAAADuM/9MZOmnMlx-4/S220/22340_281325356859_595001859_4024024_4417159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23415072.post-114638367053224466</id><published>2006-04-30T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:18:14.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other world ; Chapter 4 ;Whats happening?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Other World ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chapter 4 ; What's Happening?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to feel shivers down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;Even goose pimples on my whole body were felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Ted was here”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I kept reading these words repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts flashed through my mind: &lt;i&gt;Is Ted really dead? Why are those eerie words with TED’S name on Pauline’s bathroom mirror? What exactly is happening now? Don’t tell me Pauline wrote them? No! it can’t be!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that something’s more than meets the eye about these 3 yet mysterious words that are present on Pauline’s bathroom mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;”Pauline! Wake up! Wake up Pauline!”&lt;/i&gt; I shouted, slapping her face a few times, with each slaps getting harder and harder each time she didn’t respond to my cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she awoke with a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Ted! Ted! Come back please! Please! I beg you!!”&lt;/i&gt; She could not hold on any longer and sat on the cold icy toilet-tiled floor, crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;”What actually happened Pauline? What happened before I came in? Why are those words on this mirror? Why Pauline? What happened?”&lt;/i&gt; I asked, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;”I swore I saw him Eiva! He was standing right there! I’m sure it’s him alright! But why, the moment I called out to him, he just vanished into thin air?! Why?! Eiva why!?”&lt;/i&gt; Pauline said, with tears streaming down her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within these few weeks, Eiva has lost alot of weight, and she looks like a living skeleton now, as she’s being reduced to bones.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting that she’s a living zombie too. Dark rings circled around her eyes, for she has been staying up all night, staring into the blank wall, desperately waiting for Ted’s arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline’s starting to freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;She kept staring and pointing at the blank wall, with her eyes smeared with tears and shown with utmost anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;And when I asked her what she had seen, she would just recite the words, &lt;i&gt;”He’s here. Ted’s here..”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve brought her to the doctors but no medications they’ve prescribed could remedy her situation.&lt;br /&gt;Even psychologists said that she’s suffering from hallucinations, a symptom whereby she’ll start to imagine and see things that are “invisible” to the naked eye of human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The only cure for her, the psychologists suggested, was to have Pauline either see Ted in person again, or forget about him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking home one day after Pauline’s sessions with the psychologists and we passed a small booth along the streets.&lt;br /&gt;The headings read: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Voooodoo… Voodoooooo. Voodoo’s the best way to overcome the dark forces of evil, chaos and illusions.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;”Yes, at last, something reliable to cure Pauline’s delusions.”&lt;/i&gt; I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;”No, don’t even think of that Eiva. I’ll really appreciate it if you would not consult the Voodoo’s master.”&lt;/i&gt; Pauline said to me, as though she heard my thoughts I thought of just now that were deep inside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to agree with Pauline, her mobile phone rang, interrupting my agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;”Hello, Pauline’s speaking.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”What?! What 393? Hello? I hear you. What do you mean Ted is with you right now? Hey! Don’t hang up on me!” She said, on the verge of a breakdown once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Pauline, what did the caller say?” I asked, feeling uneasy about the caller that just called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”I don’t know either. That caller just mentioned something about Ted and 393.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting curious about the caller and 393.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a call that night at Pauline’s residence and heard something about 393 too.&lt;br /&gt;Is Ted’s life in danger?&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is going on? God, please tell me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2006/04/other-world-chapter-5-393.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click to continue ; Chapter 5 &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23415072-114638367053224466?l=we-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/114638367053224466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23415072&amp;postID=114638367053224466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114638367053224466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114638367053224466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2006/04/other-world-chapter-4-whats-happening.html' title='The other world ; Chapter 4 ;Whats happening?!'/><author><name>Raine</name><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-23415072.post-114637181545675030</id><published>2006-01-29T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:05:34.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other World ; Chapter 3 ; Ted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Other World ;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chapter 3 ; Ted?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know we cant find Ted with the help of only 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible for us to actually find him despite the many places.&lt;br /&gt;We knew we need help.&lt;br /&gt;We printed posters with Ted`s face on it.Stated.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MISSING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we even ringed up the police.&lt;br /&gt;Search was conducted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i have wasted almost 2 weeks of my holidays searching for Ted.And the results are. zero.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost confirmed and convinced that Ted is never going to back.But i could not tell Pauline this.&lt;br /&gt;Her hopes are high and she never gives up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her room late one night.And discovered her breaking into tears and screaming into a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly noticed her talking to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ted!Come back! Dont leave me here!Dont dissapear again&lt;/span&gt; like yesterday.You came to visit me but you went in just a min!"&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to peek through the small opening the door has.No one was there.&lt;br /&gt;Unstablity has over rule Pauline.She imagines TED.&lt;br /&gt;I was very heartbroken and dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has Ted gone...?Dissapeared just like this?Leaving us behind?!&lt;br /&gt;I was in deep thoughts as Pauline opened the door .&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are dark.And her hair was beyond gravity.&lt;br /&gt;"Ted...Ted..."&lt;br /&gt;That was what she said to herself. Heading to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang in the silence.I was freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;Who in the world will call in the middle of the night?And mind it. It`s only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.33am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ringing got louder and the atmosphere got denser.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who`s there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ted...Ted..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! Ted?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"393...393..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I beg your pardon?! 393?! What is that?! Where are you Ted?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden silence led to the beep.&lt;br /&gt;"toooooot.....toooooot.....toooooot...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone was hung.I was shocked yet excited.&lt;br /&gt;I rushed up the bathroom and waited to tell Pauline the good news.&lt;br /&gt;10mins passed. She is not out yet.Something is amissed.I unlock the Bathroom`s door and to my horror,Pauline was on the cold toilet tile. She passed out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the bathroom`s mirror...&lt;br /&gt;the vapour was thick and there were words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"TED...WAS...HERE..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2006/04/other-world-chapter-4-whats-happening.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click to continue ; Chapter 4 &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23415072-114637181545675030?l=we-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/114637181545675030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23415072&amp;postID=114637181545675030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114637181545675030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114637181545675030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2006/01/other-world-chapter-3-ted.html' title='The Other World ; Chapter 3 ; Ted?'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFSnQFCrtpo/S2Ld8ESIL9I/AAAAAAAADuM/9MZOmnMlx-4/S220/22340_281325356859_595001859_4024024_4417159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23415072.post-114575402974760697</id><published>2006-01-22T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:07:16.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other World ; Chapter 2 ; The Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Other World ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chapter 2 ; The Search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We've been searching for countless days Eiva, and there's no sign of Ted. I guess we shall give up on this search."&lt;/em&gt; sighed Pauline, on the verge of breaking down the moment she said "give up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gee Pauline. You've to keep on searching and never give up! Where's your motivative spirit that taught me to keep on trying no matter what the outcomes would be?"&lt;/em&gt; I tried to find encouraging words to at least comfort Pauline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Pauline looks soft on the inside, she is actually a very motivated and optimistic girl.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Pauline, she must love Ted very much to allow her true persona to be over-ruled.&lt;br /&gt;She, who used to be so sporty in everything, now becomes one who does not wish to be involved in anything.&lt;br /&gt;She, who used to be so chatty, changed to become a quiet individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It now seems to her that everything around her is monotonous and incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts for Pauline, for she loves Ted a lot but didn’t have the chance to confess her love for him.&lt;br /&gt;The true feelings she had towards Ted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not friendship's Love.&lt;br /&gt;No! Neither is it Kinship's Love.&lt;br /&gt;But it's Relationship's Love; Love so strong &amp; deadly that one can be over the moon or be buried deep down, under the earth's core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Pauline! Pauline!! There he is! Can you see Ted?! He’s sitting by the beach!”&lt;/em&gt; I nudged Pauline by the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“See! I told you not to be so pessimistic about stuffs! Let’s go and greet him then! I shall scream at the top of my lungs at his ears as a form of punishment for him to ignore us despite giving him countless of calls and messages! Let’s hurry!” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I dashed like a flash of lightning and suddenly, Pauline called out to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Evia! Come back! What do you think you’re doing?! That’s not Ted! I know it’s not him! Come baaaaack!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Huh? What do you mean he’s not Ted?”&lt;/em&gt; I asked, puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Didn’t you see that there’s a cat beside ‘Ted’? The real Ted keeps a dog, not cat! Mind you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But honestly this guy there looks just like Ted! I’m sorry Pauline. I didn’t notice this difference. I only had thoughts of Ted’s appearances and his hangouts. I guess I didn’t notice this small difference afterall. I’m really sorry Pauline.”&lt;/em&gt; I said, remorsefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“What?! Small difference?! How could you say that?! SMALL DIFFERENCE?! Do you know that no matter how big or small the differences are, THEY ARE NOT TED! NOR DET! OR BET OR WHATEVER!!!!!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m really sorry Pauline. I didn’t mean to raise your hopes too high suddenly and make it disappear in the blinking on an eye. I’m really sorry. Serious.”&lt;/em&gt; I said, thinking of the words that just came out of my mouth without much thinking if it would hurt Pauline’s feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I had to watch my words the next time I wanted to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Notice his hair Evia, how can Ted’s hair colour be reddish-purple when his hair is actually maroon? I’m utterly sure that we’ve found the wrong person…”&lt;/em&gt; Pauline said pointing towards the direction of his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a thought, Pauline left the beach and started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Crying on why she hasn’t been able to find Ted after weeks of continuous search.&lt;br /&gt;And also crying for she has just lost her cool and flared at me, for I knew that she was too emotionally involved in finding Ted that she tends to be more agitated by trivial matters such as the egg she cooked got burnt and she would go crying at how useless she is and start condemning herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked and wept, I took her hand and reassured her &lt;em&gt;“I’m sure Ted’s gonna be alright. I’m sure we’ll be able to see Ted, smiling beamingly at us soon!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2006/01/other-world-chapter-3-ted.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click to continue ; Chapter 3 &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23415072-114575402974760697?l=we-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/114575402974760697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23415072&amp;postID=114575402974760697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114575402974760697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114575402974760697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2006/01/other-world-chapter-2-search.html' title='The Other World ; Chapter 2 ; The Search'/><author><name>Raine</name><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-23415072.post-114573351227117217</id><published>2006-01-22T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:48:19.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other World ; Chapter 1 ; Jace Cafe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Other World&lt;/span&gt; ;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chapter 1 ; Jace Cafe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As usual girls?" Mrs Jace`s voice boomed through the long slippery dinning place filled with white marble floor and brown.&lt;br /&gt;Pauline and I nodded our heads in agreement and followed by a long huge sigh,not knowing the reason.&lt;br /&gt;Pauline`s black and straight hair started to grew strains of pure white hair.&lt;br /&gt;Her glimmering eyes seems to look exceptionally dull and lifeless,unlike before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted had been missing for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;He just dissapeared right after the school`s sports day.&lt;br /&gt;The Ted we knew is so friendly and kind. He mixes with us after school in Jace Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Pauline and Ted were my best friends in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;Being an O level student, we usually slacked at Jace Cafe, not forgetting , we studied togetheir.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty obvious Pauline has feelings for Ted but she said nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;I ever hinted Ted about Pauline treating him well but he seem to be so unsensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Now Ted`s gone,Pauline started regretting her choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as Pauline finish her milk shake and looked at her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So...Ted have not smsed or call you...?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No... Not at all... i wonder where he went. It`s been days..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline said with her voice, ready to cry out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe...he have to go somewhere very urgently...Since it`s the school holidays now..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It cant be. Ted still contacted me during the holidays last week! He just stop smsing or calling me 3 days ago..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lows herself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, maybe he lost his phone?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again. i tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He could look us up! Dont forget he just lives one block away from him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, she brings herself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We could look him up then...?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked, not knowing what i was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I did. But no one is home."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd time she brings herself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"His parents?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said. withought thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eiva! Dont ask silly questions! Dont you know he lives by himself?! His parents passed away long time ago!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what you get for saying something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Woops. sorry i forgot.Maybe i was too worried for Ted."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both footed the bill and walked out of Jace Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking out, we saw the "Friendship" board.&lt;br /&gt;It was a place the Cafe puts pictures of regular customers.&lt;br /&gt;we 3 were in it.3 of us smiling so wide.&lt;br /&gt;Pauline broke down all of a sudden and i had to sacrifice my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats what friends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cooled down 5 mins later and i was hugging her.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, she faced the truth of Ted`s dissapearence and said,&lt;br /&gt;"I shall find Ted.I know i will.Lets get it started.The first thing we have to do is recall when Ted was last seen"&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline is someone i know to be a frail girl with no decisions.&lt;br /&gt;A person who gives up easily.A girl who has low self esteem. (oops!)&lt;br /&gt;The Pauline i knew no longer exist.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel that she changed to become a stronger victim.Victim of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2006/01/other-world-chapter-2-search.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click to Continue ; Chapter 2 &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23415072-114573351227117217?l=we-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/114573351227117217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23415072&amp;postID=114573351227117217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114573351227117217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23415072/posts/default/114573351227117217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-imagine.blogspot.com/2006/01/other-world-chapter-1-jace-cafe.html' title='The Other World ; Chapter 1 ; Jace Cafe.'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFSnQFCrtpo/S2Ld8ESIL9I/AAAAAAAADuM/9MZOmnMlx-4/S220/22340_281325356859_595001859_4024024_4417159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
