<?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-31678505</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:18:26.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one plus one is equal to five (love)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31678505.post-116494552935053695</id><published>2006-11-30T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:58:49.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>erm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*silence for a long period of time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello to all &lt;s&gt;ex&lt;/s&gt;OPO members. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really have nothing to say here either, but just &lt;strong&gt;in case, just in case&lt;/strong&gt; anyone was wondering if we could still have an OPO outing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*ponders for really long*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's just goodnight and not goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-116494552935053695?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/116494552935053695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=116494552935053695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/116494552935053695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/116494552935053695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/11/erm.html' title='erm.'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115943089872108907</id><published>2006-09-28T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T02:10:09.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONEPLUSONE OUTING!! &lt;33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey oneplusone members!! Do you want to have the official oneplusone outing aka the OOO? -&lt;strong&gt;AND FOR A CERTAIN PERSON WHO DOESN'T EVEN DARE TO LEAVE HER/HIS OWN UNWORTHY NAME, I FREAKING DO NOT MEAN THE FANS PART AS A REAL THING.&lt;/strong&gt; At least leave your own name and I'll consider your comment over. I mean, WHAT THE HELL. YOU THINK WE REALLY HAVE FANS OR SOMETHING? Oh well, thanks for thinking so HIGHLY of us. We didn't even call ourselves a class band. Hullo. It's all for fun. Oh man. What a waste of breath. And don't think it's impossible to track you down.- (And I just realised it was the OOO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you wish to have the OOO, then what is your... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. desired date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. desired time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. desired venues (besides neoprint, movie and sleepover which are a must)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh well. I hope we'll have it! And Sandra, if you can get the oneplusone tee ready, we can PROUDLY WEAR IT XDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The OOO!!&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/31678505-115943089872108907?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115943089872108907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115943089872108907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115943089872108907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115943089872108907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/09/oneplusone-outing-33.html' title='ONEPLUSONE OUTING!! &lt;33'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115866817458723394</id><published>2006-09-19T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T00:48:56.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>proudly introducing our ANIMAL FARM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's to you: &lt;strong&gt;ANIMAL FARM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Revised Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hurry and grab yours from the closest SOS Mart to your house! (there's only one, but still)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 01 - Ahoy Hey Yo Yo Tama-chan Yo Poopie Boopie Boop Ho (In Case You Didn't Know, Tama-chan is a Turtle) [HIT SINGLE!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 02 - Peckee [HIT SINGLE!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 03 - Gist (Geese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 04 - We All Love Riceballs (SPECIAL REVISED EDITION!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 05 - Puff the Magic Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 06 - Ahoy Hey Yo Yo Tama-chan Yo Poopie Boopie Boop Ho (In Case You Didn't Know, Tama-chan is a Turtle) [remix edition]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 07 - Dolphims &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 08 - The Hockey Pitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 09 - Dolphims [oneplusone special remix]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 10 - Candipop [FEATURING TAMA-CHAN!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 11 - Pwuffiefish [lyrics out soon!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 12 - Xiao3 Ji1 De Gu4 Shi4 [lyrics out soon!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bonus track - a very special amv (anime music video) of Candipop, featuring our beloved Tama-chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grab a copy of your own today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S.: 'Best of OnePlusOne' will be coming out soon, with ALL OF OUR SONGS! Please support us! At the end, a special love message will be flashed. After all, we might be naturally disbanded after this year.. *wails*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Disclaimer: all song lyrics, except for 'Puff the Magic Dragon', belong to oneplusone. We sing them. We own them. Thanks for understanding that. *insert hilarious disclaimer punchline*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115866817458723394?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115866817458723394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115866817458723394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115866817458723394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115866817458723394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/09/proudly-introducing-our-animal-farm.html' title='proudly introducing our ANIMAL FARM!'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115837867510100230</id><published>2006-09-15T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:30:23.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrics-we all love riceballs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;WE ALL LOVE RICEBALLS(REVISED EDITION)&lt;br /&gt;to the tune of At the Beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved riceballs ever since we had seen them&lt;br /&gt;never dreaming that they would be so cute&lt;br /&gt;now here we are looking down on our riceballs&lt;br /&gt;we put them all in a cart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone told us we were going to find them&lt;br /&gt;unexpected what they did to our hearts&lt;br /&gt;when we lost hope, they were there to cheer us up&lt;br /&gt;we all love riceballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And we all wanna roll the riceballs together&lt;br /&gt;riceballs are fun and meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;all that we need is to play with each other&lt;br /&gt;we all love riceballs&lt;br /&gt;we'll be there when we've rolled the riceballs&lt;br /&gt;we'll be there when we've rolled them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we wanna be standing with our dear riceballs&lt;br /&gt;and you&lt;br /&gt;(end chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were strangers, till we met in the 'market&lt;br /&gt;never dreaming we would meet in this way&lt;br /&gt;now here we are more united than ever&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning and more&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115837867510100230?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115837867510100230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115837867510100230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115837867510100230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115837867510100230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/09/lyrics-we-all-love-riceballs.html' title='lyrics-we all love riceballs'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115831823360012638</id><published>2006-09-15T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T04:08:57.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I shall post up the lyrics for &lt;strong&gt;We All Love Riceballs&lt;/strong&gt; (Revised Version) and half of &lt;strong&gt;Candipop&lt;/strong&gt;! ((((((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Candipop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To the tune of A Whole New World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can show you candid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yummy, scrummy and splendid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tell me Tama now when did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You last let candid decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Take you to where the sea lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Over, sideways and under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;On a magic candy ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chorus: Oh candipop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's it. We haven't finished composing and I don't seem to remember what are the lyrics for We All Love Riceballs. For some reason that song's hard to remember. &gt;&lt;&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/31678505-115831823360012638?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115831823360012638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115831823360012638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115831823360012638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115831823360012638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/09/lyrics_15.html' title='lyrics'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115806813655686272</id><published>2006-09-12T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:35:36.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LYRICS</title><content type='html'>hello one plus one fans out there!&lt;br /&gt;Our brand new hit singles are officially OUT!&lt;br /&gt;They are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Peckee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ahoy Hey Yo Yo Tama-Chan Yo Poopie Boopie Boop Ho (In case you didn't know tama-chan is a turtle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for supporting us all the way, dearest fans!&lt;br /&gt;grab your single-albums now exclusively ONLY at SOS MART!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115806813655686272?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115806813655686272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115806813655686272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115806813655686272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115806813655686272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/09/lyrics.html' title='LYRICS'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115806608584212753</id><published>2006-09-12T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:01:25.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AHOY HEY YO YO TAMA-CHAN YO POOPIE BOOPIE BOOP HO (IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW, TAMA-CHAN IS A TURTLE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; to the tune of &lt;b&gt; because you live by jesse mccartney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:lightblue;"&gt;staring out at a herd of cute tamagoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the end of mecha tama five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its voice called me back like a helpless 'meep'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been searching for a tama egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know that it was right there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i know tama-chan rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus: ahoy hey yo yo tama-chan yo poopie boopie boop ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama-chan is a turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you didn't know it before [end of chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all right, it survived, tama-chan is back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's strong, and it's great, it can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is life, what's the use, without tama-chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad i found tama-chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was there when all my marks fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will fly together in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat &lt;b&gt;chorus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115806608584212753?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115806608584212753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115806608584212753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115806608584212753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115806608584212753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahoy.html' title='ahoy'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115776615594815992</id><published>2006-09-08T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T18:42:35.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>color code</title><content type='html'>I just thought of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all post here. So we need a color code to see who's posting. Okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Official posts - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sandra - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ANY SHADE OF BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krystal - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ANY SHADE OF GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natalie - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANY SHADE OF RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huai Chyn - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANY SHADE OF PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melody - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachael - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANY SHADE OF PURPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Awwright folks, that's all for today! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115776615594815992?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115776615594815992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115776615594815992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115776615594815992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115776615594815992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/09/color-code.html' title='color code'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115776567255059633</id><published>2006-09-08T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T18:34:32.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>third album release!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Here's me with our third album release! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANIMAL FARM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Geese (Gist)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Ahoy Hey Yo Yo Tama-chan Yo Poopie Boopie Boop Ho (In Case You Didn't Know, Tama-chan is a Turtle)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Dolphims&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Puff the Magic Dragon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are its greatest hits! For the full track list, watch out for the next update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to support SOS Mart! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115776567255059633?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115776567255059633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115776567255059633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115776567255059633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115776567255059633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/09/third-album-release.html' title='third album release!'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115684137982181501</id><published>2006-08-29T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:49:39.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>erm. 1 more LAME quiz (though there may be many MORE) ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ok. This is created by MEL MEL. so no doubt its extra poopie. haha. wad rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;question: wad kinda guys would each person get? write your answer besides the person's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i shall&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;use a diff colour for ea person.. so you all will noe hu wrote wad.(like d-uh.) ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i shall be this lovely pinkish colour ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;krys shall be this blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;mel mel shall be lime green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;sandra shall be this nice light blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;natalie shall be purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rachael shall be red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(i totalli chose the colours extra randomly ^^ so there's colour clash but heck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wth. a funny guy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;yeah.. a funny type of guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;funny(since everyone wrote that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;    funny guy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;  uh. a humorous guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; i'll be a spinster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;mel:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;nice, kind and sweet guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sweet, caring guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;        yeah rightt.. nice sweet, caring (diao)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;  yeah right you won't be a spinster! sweet, caring haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; i'll be a spinster! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sadly, rachael din write any.. i wonder why.. ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;krys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; a cool, rich guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;    a rich guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          yeah right.. rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;  rich guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rich/cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;          i'm gonna be a spinster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;char:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;qian4 bian3 guy. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;those kind of not-so-smart but cool guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shuai4 and a lil' lame guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;cool dude kind of guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a not-so-smart but a bit cute. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          I want a shuai4 guy. but i seriously doubt any will like me ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;rach:&lt;/span&gt; rich guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          rich guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          rich guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          rich guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          rich guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          i'll be a spinster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(since every1 wrote the same thing except for RACHEAL who obviusly insists tt she'd be a spinster, there is no point in changing colours ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;uh. a cool christian? XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sweet guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;  sweet guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;        nice, sweet guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice/sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;        cool and nice christian(: but i might be a spinster &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hmm.. y does every1 say tt they are gonna be spinsters? hmm.. everyone EXCLUDING me, though i'm MOST likely to be.. diao. this is so CRAP. bbleh.. melody, definition of a qian4 bian3 guy? haha ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115684137982181501?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115684137982181501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115684137982181501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115684137982181501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115684137982181501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/erm-1-more-lame-quiz-though-there-may.html' title='erm. 1 more LAME quiz (though there may be many MORE) ^^'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115675737715118809</id><published>2006-08-28T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T02:50:45.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>erms.. lame quiz(s) haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;erm.. here are the quizes that some GENIUSes created.. including ME. whee.. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ok.. this first quiz is chao1 lame. created by ME. wheee.. diao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there is a combined prom,&lt;br /&gt;1) who will be busy&lt;br /&gt;a)flirting (obviously NOT ME as i'm TOO INNOCENT) ^^&lt;br /&gt;b)eating&lt;br /&gt;c)dancing&lt;br /&gt;d)seducing ppl (as usual, i'm TOO INNOCENT to do that.. *rolls eyes and pukes*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2)who definitely won't be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;a)flirting (ME!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;b)eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;c)dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)who will be wearing...&lt;br /&gt;a)the most low-cut&lt;br /&gt;b)the most revealing&lt;br /&gt;c)the most conservative (ME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ME: 1a)nappy! b)krystal c)meowlodee d)raichu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;        2a)me! b)meow c)raichu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;3a)meow b)krsytal c)me! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;krystal (violet) :1a) char b)sandra c)mellos d)char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            2a)me! b)mellos c)nappy!&lt;br /&gt;                            3a)mel b)char c)nappy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mel: 1a) char b) me c)nat d)char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;         2a)me b) er, char c)kwiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;         3a)char b)char c) no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;san: 1a)char b)me c)char d)char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;         2a)me b)char c)nat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;         3a)char b)char  c)no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;nat :1a)char b)krys c)mel d)char&lt;br /&gt;        2a)me! b)char c)me&lt;br /&gt;        3a)char b)char c)no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rach:1a)char b)me  c)me d)char&lt;br /&gt;         2a)me b)no one c)me&lt;br /&gt;         3a)char b)char c)me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yay!! i finally finish posting this quiz.. i'm too lazy to post others.. shall wait till next time. boo. haha. shit! i haven do the stupid el lit (no offence) and learn ting xie yet! DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(i think tt krys is a mean bean. when i say tt i definitely WILL be eating, *cos i'm a glutton. its a FACT* not. she went "ya. you'll be eating guys." idiot. i DUN LIKE HER. i'm being over-lame and childish but heck)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&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/31678505-115675737715118809?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115675737715118809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115675737715118809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115675737715118809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115675737715118809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/erms-lame-quizs-haha.html' title='erms.. lame quiz(s) haha'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115665881583056319</id><published>2006-08-26T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:06:55.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more piccies</title><content type='html'>Here comes more piccies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e225/stargarnet/P1010989.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, we all have very nice legs =DD And shoes too. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e225/stargarnet/SA500082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are from &lt;strong&gt;ST NICHOLAS GIRLS SCHOOL. &lt;/strong&gt;See, not only are we a band, we are also doctors/scientists AND GOOD STUDENTS! ^_______^ We look good when standing up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e225/stargarnet/P1010906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and when sitting down. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e225/stargarnet/SA500107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNITED FOREVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e225/stargarnet/SA500110-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look like this when we're drenched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e225/stargarnet/SA500112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And we're also excellent act-childish people. Where's Huai Chyn though, I wonder (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e225/stargarnet/P1010999.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with the oh-so-cute Jiayi and Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`much love;&lt;br /&gt;one plus one is equal to five&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115665881583056319?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115665881583056319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115665881583056319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115665881583056319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115665881583056319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-piccies.html' title='more piccies'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115665698251672024</id><published>2006-08-26T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:36:22.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY</title><content type='html'>whee! it is I, SANDRA! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;i believe it is my first time posting here. &gt;&lt;  anyway.  yeppies  i changed the blogskin! haha. i just made it actually. edited it from out of the old blogskin as you can tell. which is why i left the credits there :DD  ok, yippee it is a simple skin which i made in like 15mins? haha.  yay!  oneplus one rocks &lt;33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/311/2880/1600/P1010952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/311/2880/320/P1010952.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, we are all so multi-talented. can be a band, can be doctors/scientists. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115665698251672024?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115665698251672024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115665698251672024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115665698251672024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115665698251672024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey.html' title='HEY'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115665615710126239</id><published>2006-08-26T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:22:37.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice piccies &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here come the nice pictures. Well, Sandra's making a new blogskin, so I apologise for the covering up of the nice guitar that makes up the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And I shall just post one first since Sandra said don't post the rest. Don't ask. I don't know why either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e225/stargarnet/oneplusone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Us beside the forum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;`much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;one plus one is equal to five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115665615710126239?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115665615710126239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115665615710126239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115665615710126239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115665615710126239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/nice-piccies-3.html' title='nice piccies &lt;3'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115650894760276456</id><published>2006-08-25T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T05:29:08.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e225/stargarnet/oneplusonelulu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000be0;"&gt;this is our retro edition ALBUM COVER! All credits go to SANDRA! *huggles* remember to support us! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115650894760276456?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115650894760276456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115650894760276456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115650894760276456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115650894760276456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-our-retro-edition-album-cover.html' title=''/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115596914535525734</id><published>2006-08-18T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:40:18.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BTS2/freetalk 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanished&lt;br /&gt;BTS 2&lt;br /&gt;By one plus one is equal to five&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: [insert hilarious disclaimer punchline] …and the character names do not belong to me. So enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…I dunno, Melody must have changed the plot,” Amanda piped, staring at her changed lines. And sweatdropped. “And I don’t like the new lines.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t like it eit-” Jiayi was cut halfway as a hysterical Krystal shrieked loudly and scampered across the room. “NOOOO!” She was heard shouting. I don’t want KETCHUUUUUUUUUUP!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Krys…tal?” Amanda read in a mocking tone. Jiayi burst out laughing. “What kind of crap is this? Oi Melody, come over here!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody impatiently crossed over. “What?! Can’t you see I’m trying to catch a hysterical person?” and went off and caught hold of Krystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nooo, Meowsies, I don’t want ketchup please no! And I don’t want chilli sauce too!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody smirked knowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All right, all right.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And before the day ended, Krystal was seen screaming from across the room, “OH MY GOD, NOT PAAIIIIINNTTT!" (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing Scene 7 &amp; 8&lt;br /&gt;“I am really nice to help you with this loh. You think I want to ah?” Weiling said, as if she was ever so important. “I have better things to do you know, like catching worms from the hockey pitch or reading Enid Blyton &lt;strong&gt;(pronounced ii-nai-d bu-lii-torn)&lt;/strong&gt; loh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence &amp;amp; 3/4 of the population of crows flew overhead in a mass of black. “Oh no, it’s the BLACK CLOUD!” Charlene shrieked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Oh Shuddup&lt;/strong&gt;,” Jiayi replied, reading off Charlene’s wallet. “And Mel Mel Tai! I don’t like you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I also don’t like you anymore!” said Amanda and Alison, pouting away. “You &lt;strong&gt;MADE US PUT SO MUCH EYE-MO CAN?! EVEN MORE THAN KRYSTAL!&lt;/strong&gt; She only had to put half a bottle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Only&lt;/strong&gt;,” Krystal half whined half whimpered, her tone dripping with purposeful sarcasm. But Renyue didn’t catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, of course it’s only! Each of them had to use FIVE bottles!” Everyone glared. Renyue flinched. “&lt;em&gt;And that’s cause she’s a crybaby&lt;/em&gt;,” she said softly so no one could hear her. But of course, everyone did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next moment Krystal was seen attacking Renyue’s skull with a dustpan, and Amanda and Jiayi were trying to stop her, and Alison was busy pulling Renyue away. The rest just stood there and watched in amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OWWWWW!” A deafening shriek. Everyone immediately sent their concerned gaze over to Krystal. “Mel Mel Tai you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?!” asked Melody innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“CHANGE THE FREAKING SCRIPT! I think I really broke my thumb!” and she stared at Michelle - who was comfortably hiding in one corner of the room - hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Krystal?” Silent comprehension dawned in. “You don’t expect… me to… to FIX THAT UP FOR YOU DO YOU?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Krys! I can help!” J-sama said &lt;em&gt;helpfully&lt;/em&gt;. Obviously, Krystal walked away with Natalie and Melody trailing behind. To the hospital, Sandra hoped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But obviously, not the hospital, but the classroom, where they were completing their wayang kulit project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oi people, let’s clear up this place!” Sandra and Rachael &lt;em&gt;flitted&lt;/em&gt; across the heap of mess, starting to tell people what to do, while Charlene and Jordana excused themselves to get more necessary items such as bandages and pads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“PADS?!” Sandra blurted out, while Rachael exploded into hysterical fits of giggles. Jordana shrugged innocently and pointed to the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it read: “Krystal’s mum gave Amanda a pad on the back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who the hell typed this?!” Sandra exclaimed with anger. “I don’t think &lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt; are very close to each other!” (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whaddya mean not very close? They’re so close they always stick together! D&amp;T, Design and Technology!” shouted Renyue in anger for I-dunno-what reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sweatdropped. Heavily. And then silence filled the room, besides the whirling of the ceiling fans above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“YAAAAAAAAY!” someone broke the silence, again. And as usual, it was Krystal, again. “I’M DONE WITH JI1 JING1! I PUT CELLOPHANE PAPER AND THE STICK ALREADY!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael, Sandra, Charlene, Natalie and Melody beamed with happiness. The rest just stoned in bewilderment. “How to put cellophane paper and stick on chicken essence?” asked Renyue, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystal deadpanned and wore the ‘dao’ expression on her face. And then, fast as lightning, she rose the dustpan and tried to attack Renyue on the skull and everything just happened sort of all over again –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Sandra stopped them. “Whey, Meowsies, who typed the script?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, it was either Natalie or Rachael. They type very fast mah. I think it was Natalie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Melly?” Natalie came over, covered from head-to-toe in confetti (that obviously Krystal had sprayed) “Yeap I typed the script. Why? Got any problem?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sandra showed her. And Natalie deadpanned and started attacking &lt;em&gt;Melody’s&lt;/em&gt; skull with a dustpan. “HOW CAN YOU COME UP WITH SUCH A LAME SCRIPT?!?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freetalk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) That is about what to use for Krystal’s ‘blood’.&lt;br /&gt;(2) It was meant to be ‘pat’, but it was a typo error. Therefore, Sandra said that the alphabets ‘d’ and ‘t’ aren’t very close to each other to make such a typo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! This is one plus one is equal to five saying heyyo! We’ve got a new phrase, which will then be one of the songs in our latest hit album, called Animal Farm. I’m sure all of you would have known about that by now. Inside are exclusive animal-related songs that we have composed, and we hope you’ll like it! Songs that are included will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gist (Geese)&lt;br /&gt;Puff the Magic Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Brother Bear&lt;br /&gt;Hey Yo Yo Tama-chan Yo Poopie Boopie Boop Ho (in case you were wondering what that has got to do with animals, Tama-chan is a turtle)&lt;br /&gt;Dolphims&lt;br /&gt;Bwa Bwa Bwack Sheep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And more, soon to come! ^^ Hope you’ve been enjoying the mystery so far. Well, Krystal’s practically killing me but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How’s school? REMEMBER TO BRING BLOUSE ON WEDNESDAY, TOO! There’s photo-taking. Also, CONTINUE TO SUPPORT US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to rant about, actually. Erm, support our album! Yeah. And.. I dunno, read &lt;strong&gt;1-800-WHERE-R-YOU&lt;/strong&gt; by Meg Cabot? Lol. That was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, guys, seeya around! And, Renyue, at the part where you ‘almost cried’, I was howling with laughter. Can’t deny the fact that I’m a sadist, can I ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the old colors (namely hotpink and white) are getting boring. We'd love to liven up this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`much love;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one plus one is equal to five&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115596914535525734?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115596914535525734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115596914535525734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115596914535525734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115596914535525734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/bts2freetalk-2.html' title='BTS2/freetalk 2'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115573204403419594</id><published>2006-08-16T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T05:40:44.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vanished chapter eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Eight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: One Plus One is Equal to Five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUMONGOUS DISCLAIMER: All names are used fictionally, therefore, there is no need to kick up a fuss about it *coughs* I mean if anyone should, it should be Krystal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A/N: If you are a person who detests drama/so-called violence, I would strongly advise you not to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;“W-wei-ling?!” Krystal stuttered, her watery eyes wide with shock. She’d thought it would be any of her close friends, maybe even Benita or Amanda or Jiayi… but never Weiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn’t fathom the look on Weiling’s face. Was it hatred, or something else entirely…? Her head hurt, like gears were churning wildly inside it, or worse still, someone had built a menagerie within it. Her ears buzzed annoyingly; and her hand just wouldn’t raise to let her rub her temple. She was literally frozen to the spot, all the pain in her body ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ya, it’s me. Is that very surprising?” Weiling asked, in her monotone. “I was looking for you the whole morning, trying to make you accept my D&amp;T idea. But instead you hide down here right? And your design critique also! I know you don’t have time, but also cannot copy from Sandra!” It was more like a lecture than anything else. &lt;em&gt;Get your bum off the floor and leave now&lt;/em&gt;, the voice buzzed in Krystal’s ears. But I can’t, she replied just as determinedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to scream: DO I LOOK LIKE I TIED MYSELF UP HERE JUST BECAUSE OF A STUPID PROJECT? but the last ounce of energy had drained from her exhausted body a long, long time ago. “I… I kno –”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up! I’ve had enough of people not listening to me already okay! First it’s you, then Melody, then Natalie, and everyone else!” Krystal couldn’t even roll her eyes properly. However, she felt adrenaline being pumped through her body, since finally, someone was here to rescue her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did she knew that she would be put through worse hell than she was already in. “I never lo- Mmphff!” Weiling angrily shoved back the gag into Krystal’s mouth, and she got a good look of it. &lt;em&gt;Bandages, so that’s what it was. And so were her blindfolds and knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mmphff!” She gestured madly at her gag, motioning for Weiling to remove it but obviously, she ignored everything since she probably couldn’t tell what Krystal meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now you shall listen to me talk.” Was that a &lt;em&gt;smirk&lt;/em&gt;? Krystal was wordless, but a plan was formulating in her head. &lt;em&gt;When she’s too engrossed with talking, I’ll just run away. She won’t be quick enough. After all, I am a track girl…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Every time I try to talk to you, you just brush me off aside. Like I’m not important like that. Then you think that all my intelligent ideas are no good. And then you always say that I’m very irritating. I where got irritating? I’m so nice. And smart. It’s like you all should start listening to me lah.” Luckily, she was too preoccupied to notice Krystal’s annoyed frown. “I’m so lovable! Why doesn’t anyone want to be friends with me loh. And I know you’re very popular lah. So can don’t talk to unpopular people like me is it?” Her tone was getting more and more agitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You should thank me you know. I was the one who found you leh. You want to know how I found you?” She, obviously, ignored Krystal’s fervent shaking of head. “I was in the toilet lah. Then I heard Jiayi’s &lt;em&gt;trumpet voice&lt;/em&gt;.” Krystal resisted the immediate urge to roll her eyes. “Then she was telling Amanda something lah. And then she was telling her about where you were loh, and I immaediately –” Krystal made a muffled noise which probably meant ‘it’s IMMEDIATELY’ lah!’ “-knew where it was loh. See I so smart right. You must thank me okay. Even Amanda never find you yet. I’m such a loyal friend hor.” She laughed at her own joke (question mark: was that even a joke!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yah lah, I know you think I very lame lah.” She gave her famous Look. “Yah, you and your friends always think lidat one loh. I very lame meh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiling glanced over at the electrical powerpoints, and somehow seemed to be really entranced by them, and talking to herself seemed to be her specialty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now’s a good time&lt;/em&gt;, something buzzed in Krystal’s head. Using her unbroken wrist to support and inch forward slowly, she ignored the searing pain that coursed through her entire body, praying fervently that she wouldn’t notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The flight of stairs to freedom is only about five steps away&lt;/em&gt;… she thought happily. Supporting her full weight with her wrists (one broken) was sure tough. But eventually, she managed to get herself up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to be blocked by Weiling. “You think I stupid issit? Obviously I know you will try this lah. Why did you even bother?” The sinister smile was hidden by the shadows cast on her face. “And since you &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; bother, I’m just going to leave you here, ‘cause you don’t trust that I would help you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was getting closer and closer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know that no matter what I do, you’ll just dislike me forever!” With a sudden outburst Weiling forced Krystal back to the wall and pinned her to it, fumbling with the strewn bandages on the floor. Her push collided with Krystal’s collarbone. And she knew it was fractured due to the pressure the bandages exerted on it before. She winced in pain, but couldn’t say anything. “I might as well just leave you here, and let your beloved Amanda find you! She won’t come! You can stay overnight. Maybe tomorrow your beloved friends may bother to go search all over the school for you…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Weiling forcefully tied the scruffy material against her eyes, Krystal still could not utter a single word. Instead, she was going to try and use the physical method…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiling was tying her hands to the wretched pipe and she fidgeted hard enough, ignoring the numb tingling sensation she now felt, for one hand to come free. Using that hand, she thrusted mindlessly and managed to force Weiling to take a few steps backwards. Undaunted, Weiling once again pinned Krystal, with more strength this time, down, but Krystal was not going to give up so easily…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With truly every ounce of energy left in her body, she struggled hard and the bandage came free. Gasping for air, she shoved Weiling and this time, it was hard and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just untying her blindfold when Weiling came charging at her, shouting, “NOOOOOO!” and the next moment, with a vigorous ram, Krystal’s skull made painful contact with the cement pipe. Torrents of wild careless tears gushed down her dirtied cheeks and the next thing she felt was her head sliding excruciatingly down the pipeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing she heard before the world surrounding her blackened and the pain gradually departed from her body was Weiling’s quickened footsteps away from her, leaving her in the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda’s mind was in a chaotic whirl as she pushed the Media Club test to the back of her head, walking out of the computer lab with pencil case in hand. What was she going to do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Find Krystal. A terrible headache nibbled at her temples, and she rubbed them furiously. Now was NOT the time to get fussy over a headache! She increased her walking speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was quite sure she knew where Jiayi meant. Luckily the test was rather simple. Due to that and the fact that she was a conscientious student, she had breezed through the questions and had requested to leave early because her ‘mother’s cousin was in hospital’. That was a complete lie, of course, but what choice did she have? She shrugged nonchalantly, as she skipped the last step of the stairs that led from the art rooms to the level below – and almost immediately crashed into someone. She quickly retreated to one step up the stairs, and saw someone fly past in a whirl of colors. &lt;em&gt;Was that my imagination, or was that really Weiling, and did she really have a shocked expression on her face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean, it isn’t just any kind of shock. It’s the shock-till-I-can-die kind of thing. Her whole face was pale as a sheet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something nagged at the back of her head, again, and this time it wasn’t the headache. It was an urge to get to Krystal. She went from brisk walking to plain running and in no time, she was at the bottom of the staircase, right in front of MPR Room 2. And she was afraid of what she would find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Krystal?” Amanda said, softly as first, and she repeated it, this time louder. Her voice was tinged with caution for fear that someone dangerous might be above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reply. She inched forward slowly, climbing the steps one at a time. “Krystal?” She asked one more time. Again, no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might just burst her ribcage and jump out; a thousand thoughts ran through her mind. &lt;em&gt;Did Krystal meet with anything…? I mean, I’m quite sure this is the place, but no one’s responding…! I hope that I just went to the wrong place, and that’s all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was growing impatient and took the steps two at a time, reaching the first landing. “Krys…tal?” Quick shallow breathing could be heard. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no, repeated her brain over and over and over. And after what seemed like forever, she got to the near-top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her pencil case hit the steps with a dull ‘thud’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she saw was Krystal’s limp, lifeless form, and the sight before her eyes was too incredible to take in. A bloody trail could be seen down the pipeline, and Krystal’s head was tilted, or rather, twisted flaccidly, and her long legs were stained with the crimson liquid, and at that moment, she noticed, so were the floor and the first few steps of the stairs… her pencil case would be ruined, and she couldn’t bear to look anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single drop of crystal-clear liquid fell carelessly, onto her leather pencil case, rolling off the edge and merging with blood that belonged to Krystal. With trembling hands she took out her phone and dialled 9 – 9 – 5. And meanwhile, she was going to get St Johns people still lingering about in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowding around the lone hospital bed were some One Unitians. Krystal’s family had gone out to buy lunch, and would be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She has a fractured wrist bone, a sprained thumb and arm muscle, and is suffering from mild concussion. She will stay out cold for a few days, but eventually she’d be fine,” the doctor had said in the simplest way to put Krystal’s injuries possible on Tuesday, and nodded before he left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh thank you for finding her!” And on Thursday, when they had come to visit, Krystal’s mum had thanked Amanda profusely through tears. “I don’t know what will happen to TingTing (1) if you didn’t find her in time!” And she nodded gratefully to the rest, feeling shameful secretly, before leaving to buy lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, it was just them and an unconscious Krystal. Jiayi apologised again and again and tears crashed down in torrents, while Alison just sobbed quietly in one corner, muttering something about how-could-we-do-this-to-poor-Krystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while everyone was consoling everyone else, the one-of-a-kind Krystal-special laughter resonated throughout the room, and everyone stared at the hospital bed curiously and incredulously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Krystal, you’re awake?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hahahaha!” she paused to gasp for air. “Hello everyone! I’m Lulu! Who’s Krystal?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1): Well, I asked Krystal, and she said her mum calls her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`watch out for the next installment in this exciting series, &lt;strong&gt;BTS2&lt;/strong&gt;! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one plus one is equal to five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115573204403419594?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115573204403419594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115573204403419594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115573204403419594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115573204403419594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/vanished-chapter-eight.html' title='vanished chapter eight'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115548106949179710</id><published>2006-08-13T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T07:57:49.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>note!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Due to the huge amount of FANS who have made an inquiry about the strange symbols that mysteriously appear in this site, let me tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Since I'm so &lt;em&gt;dedicated&lt;/em&gt;  to this silly mystery of ours, I have typed it out in Microsoft Word. Yup, that's how dedicated I am. I even created a folder to hold all of them. Anyways, Word will automatically change the apostrophes into the curly ones, and those can't JUST appear on sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How to Solve this Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Look at the top left corner of your screen. Do you see &lt;strong&gt;View&lt;/strong&gt;? Click on it, then click on &lt;strong&gt;Encoding&lt;/strong&gt;, and then change the whatever-encoding-you're-using-now to &lt;strong&gt;Unicode&lt;/strong&gt;. There you go! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;`much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;one plus one is equal to five;&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/31678505-115548106949179710?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115548106949179710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115548106949179710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115548106949179710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115548106949179710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/note.html' title='note!'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115504616068882970</id><published>2006-08-08T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T07:09:20.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vanished chapter seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VANISHED&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER SEVEN&lt;br /&gt;ENDING A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N: Ignore the OOC-ness, especially Weiling’s, in Ending A. Basically it’s all for the plot’s sake. Usual disclaimers apply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by: one plus one is equal to five&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to swirl about her; the never-ending darkness, never-ending chatter below…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Drama studio is directly downstairs lah!” someone said, “not this level. This is the level above lah. MPR Room 2.” (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The MPR2 level? Didn’t that mean…&lt;/em&gt; Melody had talked about the MPR2 once upon a time. A new ray of hope shone like the morning sun which formed her new-found courage. Using every ounce of energy left in her body, she tugged on the &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; that was restricting her movement and managed to get her right hand free, after the piercing pain that was the pressure exerted on her broken bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that was about as far as she got. Krystal stuck her free hand behind her, feeling for the live-saving pipe. It was there, all right. Her other wrist was broken and she could even feel the protruding bone. She winced painfully. That arm wasn’t going to be of any use even if she pulled it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a vague idea of where she was now. The final bell of the day rang (she counted) and she knew, or rather, hoped, that someone would eventually come get her out of this horrible mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystal slowly lifted her free hand from behind her (since she suspected it was broken) and raised it to her eye level. She felt the rough material scrape against her eyelids as she opened her eyes only to more blackness. &lt;em&gt;Which will soon turn to light.&lt;/em&gt; She thought, feeling her heart thump hard with  wild anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She traced along the material, feeling for the knot which would then save her, trying hard to ignore the throbbing pain in her leg. She fidgeted so much that the twinge got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knot was, unfortunately, not a reef knot since she believed that none of the uniformed groups blindfolded her. It was a knot that was comfortably impossible to untie… with one hand. &lt;em&gt;How I wish the other was fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was always another way. Things were definitely looking up and Krystal, though still feeling a little groggy as the leftover effect of her restless sleep and dizzy as not enough oxygen reached her brain, felt like this accidental school tragedy was finally coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, of course, it wasn’t accidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed the blindfold upwards, slowly but effectively, so that the whole thing would eventually come out from her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the knot was way too tight. After approximately five minutes of rough pushing and more injuries, she gave up. It was impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rested her right palm on the cold, hard floor, feeling as if it was sprained as well. The area around her thumb was especially tender and when she pressed on it lightly, a pain surged through her whole body, right across her heart. &lt;em&gt;How am I going to remove the gag like that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slumping backwards, the tiny bit of relief present in her was immediately washed away with frustration. But she was going to have to beat the pain, or else…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she’d never get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The teacher got bored with looking at us after a while. I scribbled random words across my notebook, all the while staring into space, thinking about where Krystal might be. I didn’t even have the slightest clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m such a failure. I agitate my friends, piss off even the teacher, and still don’t know anything about where Krystal is, or might be at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was saddening. I twirled my pen over and over and over again with my fingers, not looking at anyone. I felt like I owed them too much. I would buy some chocolates as an apology to them, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t the most important right now. The most crucial thing to do right now was to find Krystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Psst… Amanda!” I glanced up briefly, only to see Jiayi ignoring the suspiciously annoyed look on Jingwen’s face (though that could have been because Jiayi’d stepped on her toe) and going closer to the teacher. “Excuse me, Ms Chua,” she said in her sweetest voice possible, “may &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; go to the &lt;em&gt;bathroom&lt;/em&gt;?” Ms Chua nodded with a gentle smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the hint and walked right behind Jiayi. Not speaking until we reached the toilet, Jiayi immediately swept a glance around for people who might eavesdrop, found none and started her speech, whatever it was that she wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know right, I feel very guilty.” She fidgeted non-stop with her belt which was already quite high, and making sure her voice didn’t bounce off the walls of the toilet. I motioned for her to continue, only uttering an ‘uh-huh’, and even though I didn’t show, I was almost shivering with what I was about to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t do anything this morning, but I…” she had a faraway look in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Continue!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know where Dragonfly (2) is.” I almost choked on my saliva. What a horrendous name! “But I really didn’t do anything, I promise!” she sounded nervous and her voice was extraordinarily high-pitched, and her eyes traveled from mine to her shoes. “You know… about MPR Room 2?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head slightly. “No, I’ve never heard of it before.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhm… you know the stairs that lead up to directly above Drama Studio?” This time, I nodded. “Got another stairs leading up to nothing, right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation hit me like a blunt punch in the stomach. I felt as if someone had slapped me. Of all places, I didn’t think of that one! I smacked my forehead when Jiayi shushed me. “Whey I haven’t finished lah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizzically, I glared at her. “But you tell me where she is, very good already mah. Got any other things to tell meh? You don’t have to feel guilty already, I’ll just skip Media and go find her and sort everything out.” I smiled to reassure my friend that she was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, but then…” Jiayi stared at me with the ‘innocent look’. “Do you want to know who are those involved?” She fiddled with her fingers. “I think I can remember all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, if you insist, then just say.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay loh. This morning, before footdrill –” Jiayi’s mouth hung open, but quickly composed herself, and I instantly saw why. “Oh hi Weiling, didn’t know you were in there, ahahaha!” she scratched her scalp almost too innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey.” I attempted a wave. “Uh… we’re just… talking. Yeah, talking. Okay, byebye!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked over to the sinks, all the while scrutinizing Jiayi and me skeptically. Then she quickly walked off without a backward glance, with her weird way of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Weird person.” I murmured under my breath, then said aloud, “just hope she didn’t catch what we were saying though.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi nodded wordlessly. “But this morning, when I first stepped into class, I heard Natalie and Melody asking the people in class to do something. Yah. But I don’t really know what’s going on also, I think they convinced &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; that it was a game or something lah. Sorry but that’s all I know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was right. Natalie and Melody (and most probably the rest of them) did have something to do with it. And now when suddenly everything got poured down on me like a waterfall, the weight didn’t get lifted off my shoulders. Instead, my other shoulder was weighed down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed as I walked back to class. “Yuying, can I be excused from Media club today?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“HUH how come?!” her outburst was rather scary. “Don’t you know that we have a test today? I mean, if you want to skip then you can’t become an official photographer leh. You sure or not.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain was in a messy whirl. Everything had to crash down on my world all at the same time! I forgot totally about the test, which I had been studying for yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guessed three hours wouldn’t make a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krystal’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I felt dejected. I knew that this place had no windows, and thus I couldn’t even hear the birds chirping. My whole body was sore and aching from only God knew how many injuries and bruises were now all over me. I wasn’t complaining, of course not, at least I wasn’t dead or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed. Hard, and true. I repeated my fervent prayers over and over and over again; &lt;em&gt;God, please let me be freed from this. God, please let me be freed from this. God, please let me be freed from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swallowed and nimbly touched my lips. They were cracked and before I knew what was going on, my weak hand slipped to the floor. I had no whatsoever energy in me left anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long had passed already? Were my friends wondering about how I was, where I was, or had they really just forgotten all about me like that? Sandra, Natalie, Rachael, Charlene, Melody…? Not a single one of them…?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, if I could end this somehow, it would be better. Just to tear myself away from this horrible place. I could feel perspiration all over my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, please let me be freed from this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey wait! I listened intently. The last bell had rung quite long ago, and now there were soft footsteps resonating throughout the empty hallways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were approaching… closer and closer… Heavy sighs of relief escaped from my throat. Finally, I was going to be freed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The footsteps were surprisingly eerie, but I figured that was because all I could see was black, and my mind had imagined it to be at night. &lt;em&gt;Calm down, calm down&lt;/em&gt;, I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The footsteps got really close, and I prepared myself. Finally, my friends got themselves to find me after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I felt the disgusting gag being removed from my mouth and I closed my lips, feeling them with my tongue. Energy lapsed from my throat, and I couldn’t utter a single word as I felt the knot of the blindfold was cut off crisply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as my eyes opened slowly to adapt to the newfound light, I saw something that I could never comprehend in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn’t just a trick of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mustered up strength from the initial shock and my words sounded hissed and forced. “W-wei-ling?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1): Well, major clue isn’t it. Almost like the place itself ‘cause the place doesn’t exactly have a name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2): Well, Dragonfly = Qing1 Ting2 = Ting2 Ting2 = Krystal. Brilliant equation. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115504616068882970?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115504616068882970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115504616068882970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115504616068882970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115504616068882970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/vanished-chapter-seven.html' title='vanished chapter seven'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115503627279921765</id><published>2006-08-08T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T04:24:32.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heyyo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heyys. Just to tell you something: from chapter seven-eight, it would be ENDING 1, chapter nine-ten will be ENDING 2 and chapter eleven-twelve will be ENDING 3. Chapter thirteen will be the Finale, meaning that all the different plots will eventually merge and end the same way (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, remember to tell us which plot you liked the best afterwards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chapter seven will be up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;`much love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;one plus one is equal to five&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/31678505-115503627279921765?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115503627279921765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115503627279921765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115503627279921765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115503627279921765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/heyyo.html' title='heyyo.'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115486264869651164</id><published>2006-08-06T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T01:00:22.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xzxzxzxzxz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heyy everyone out there. Thank you once again for all your support you gave to our second album, &lt;strong&gt;How to Fry an Egg! &lt;/strong&gt;Soon, our third album, &lt;strong&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/strong&gt; will be out and please give your support to its relevant merchandise, like animal posters that would be sold exclusively in &lt;strong&gt;SOS MART!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also, the ever-popular mystery is rising to its PEAK! Please pay close attention as *I hope* there would be more story than description, against my wishes of describing the story a whole load. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(: Don't you just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to see our *opera* lead singer getting tortured like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, the sadist in me sure does. (: Save me! I'm so sadistic T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Must remember to torture her kays =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`much love;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;one plus one is equal to five&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/31678505-115486264869651164?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115486264869651164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115486264869651164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115486264869651164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115486264869651164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/xzxzxzxzxz.html' title='xzxzxzxzxz'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115477460255651198</id><published>2006-08-05T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T03:43:22.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BTS/freetalk 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VANISHED&lt;br /&gt;BEHIND-THE-SCENES ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage is messy with litter and used-up bandage material. Amanda steps over all the chairs strewn on the floor and comes to the director, Melody. “Oi, I never asked you to make me the detective hor!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whoever’s over there, stop complaining lah! Amanda is it? Look at ME can?” Krystal shouts in an exasperated voice. Her face is full of bits of bandage material and her hands have really no circulation. They are supposed to hang limply behind the ‘pipe’ which is actually, well, a pipe, but they are currently flinging in midair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie and Melody walk over to Krystal, laughing their heads off. “Krystal ah, you look very weird leh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know that!” she says, annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop moving!” Charlene, who is removing the stuff on her friend’s face, is going to get angry, so Krystal stops moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hahahahah!” Jiayi laughs like a crazy maniac. “That was so difficult lah! I mean, how to not laugh when someone comes questioning you about a ridiculous thing? And the hide-and-seek so fun loh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody gives her a glare. “You should look at the next bit of your script, Jiayi.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi shuts up, due to unknown reasons. I mean, of course WE know, but YOU don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Melody!” Renyue comes near. “Why do I have SO little lines? My talents are SOO not appreciated! Gahh!” while Krystal, currently freed, hops over and jumps on Melody’s shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mel Tai Ky!” Melody lets out an irritated sigh. “Where’s Sandra and Rachael?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They went off to get more bandages, to WRAP YOU up into a mummy! And of course, they had to go get Eye Mo, and a pair of scissors?” Natalie replies. “There they are!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael and Sandra appear by the doorway, carrying a few plastic bags looking extremely amused. “These are for YOU, Kwiss Kwiss.” Inside the plastic bags are some more bandages, some more Eye Mo and a pair of scissors. “Eew. Don’t remind me of that stuff. I had to put so much to cry okay.” Ting Ting says, disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hahahaha.” Jingwen suddenly pipes up. “I have to wear this cloak? If it’s Invisibility Cloak then I don’t mind lah… But then this is disgusting!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh I thought you went for sports trip!” Ms Chua, who is in fact really gentle, says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No loh, we came back for this mah. Hahaha.” Says Jordana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh Melody ah.” Ting Ting asks. “Can you like stop making me ‘think’ so much ‘inner thoughts’? Very hard to show emotion leh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But you’ve got a GAG in your mouth! How are you supposed to talk?” Sandra answers for Melody who’s busy dressing Ting Ting up for the next scene. Rachael then stuffs the gag into Ting Ting’s mouth. Here, I smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mmphff!” Everyone laughs. Krystal’s emotions are hidden the next moment, because Natalie has fit the blindfold to cover her eyes. Even her furrowed eyebrows cannot be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mmph mmph mmph!” which probably means ‘you idiots!’ is all everyone can make out before the cameras are set into place, foils over lightings are ready to get going and the next scene is NG-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! This is Melody from ONE PLUS ONE IS EQUAL TO FIVE, and I certainly hope you’re enjoying our songs as well as the mystery! Has anyone [save for the insiders] figured anything out yet? Well I guess the clues aren’t very obvious, because I try to focus on the descriptions rather than the storyline itself, since I find more joy in solving a case from the descriptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things you need to find out. 1. Who are the people involved and who are not? [of course]&lt;br /&gt;2. What is/are their motive/s?&lt;br /&gt;3. Where is Ting Ting now?&lt;br /&gt;4. How is the ‘assault’ carried out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give everyone a hint, a really big one, for Question 2. Remember the part about Amanda finding Krys’s Design Critique in Chapter Five? It may not seem like an important fact for the reader, but it certainly is! Think about it. That bit shows that Krys had not done her own DC but copied Sandra’s idea. What does that suggest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, isn’t it pretty obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve laid clues lying around somewhere in the descriptions, and if you look carefully enough, you’ll find out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, BTSes are basically crap about how the cast feels off-cast (as in behind the scenes, duh ^^) and the other half will be freetalk. Hahahahah. The plots aren’t really developed enough a.k.a. dramatic enough yet, so BTS1 is quite boring. That’s sad, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next BTS;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115477460255651198?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115477460255651198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115477460255651198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115477460255651198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115477460255651198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/btsfreetalk-1.html' title='BTS/freetalk 1'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115469124203889478</id><published>2006-08-04T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T04:34:02.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vanished chapter five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Warning before you proceed any further : This story contains utter sadism and if you don't wish to be sucked into it so bad you can't pull yourself out, stop RIGHT HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I said stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay, so you want to continue, huh. Carry on at YOUR OWN RISK! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Disclaimer: *insert hilarious chair-falling disclaimer punchline here* ... and I do not own One Unitians, I just own this plot &amp; the borrowed names &amp;amp; the characters I created using the borrowed names. Excuse any OOC-ness and pardon any offence you might feel when you read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by: one plus one is equal to five (actually it's just melody, but the full band name sounds sut-ter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VANISHED&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER FIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;The footsteps halted. “What was that?” someone asked, and Krystal felt her all the still-working muscles tense within her body.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, One Unity, Ms Lim is not here today, and she has not assigned any work for all of you. So that means you can do anything you want, but please keep your noise level down!” Ms Chua talked in this gentle manner that made everyone feel calm and peaceful. Except for &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; people, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda walked silently over to the tables behind her, where Benita, Sandra, Natalie, Charlene, Alison, Melody and Rachael were doing their art project. Somehow, the atmosphere seemed thicker there and they didn’t seem to be making much progress, so she interrupted. “Hi.” She said casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!” Alison piped up. Natalie glumly shot her a glare that clearly meant ‘oi’ and she immediately lowered her volume. “Hey Amanda! What you doing here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, nothing lah. Just wanted to ask you all something, is all.” She sat down on Krystal’s empty chair, and an unspeakable feeling instantly overwhelmed her. She must find Krystal by today, and that’s that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ask loh.” Charlene replied without enthusiasm. Messy doodles littered her otherwise blank piece of A4 sized paper, which half-covered Krystal’s Design Critique. A voice in Amanda’s heart urged her to take a look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special, she thought, disappointed. Just a basic piece of paper… wait up! That picture looked utterly familiar, a perfume bottle designed to look like a dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra must have caught her staring at it, because the next moment she said, “Krystal copied my design. You probably think it looks familiar anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” muttered Amanda. “Just wanted to ask you all right, if you had seen Krystal since this morning?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” they replied unanimously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And that’s why we skipped footdrill right.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You sound so &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;,” Amanda voiced her thoughts aloud. “If you all feel so bad, why never go look for her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, like we didn’t. Is cannot loh, she’s our friend you know, don’t forget that!” Natalie sounded slightly pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison scratched her head. “Uh, what are you all talking about? Care to share with me? So you mean Krystal is missing or what ah. I was wondering where she went loh, thought Mrs. Tan kept her for detention or something, haha.” She laughed at her own silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Err…” went Sandra. “Eh you poked me!” she shrieked and the teacher glared fiercely in their direction, when obviously no one touched her. “Ehehehehe!” her laughter was even more hysterical than usual. She hit Charlene on the arm with her Science textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Err…” went Charlene. She rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can I believe that you all had nothing to do with her disappearance?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael finally looked up from the pink folder she had been holding. “Eh you know what? If you don’t want to believe us, then you can choose not to you know. It’s also not our problem what. Would you do something like that to say, Jiayi? Like duh not right? Then it’s just like we won’t do horrid things to Krystal like that.” She fixed her gaze on the pink file and refused to look up again. Benita just stared at Amanda, with an unfathomable expression on her face. Did a flash of guilt show themselves in Benita’s eyes? No, it couldn’t be. Benita and Krystal had no grudge against each other. It must have been a trick of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda felt desperately hurt. She had insulted too many friends in one day already. But then, after all, Krystal was too her friend… If she had the chance, she would apologise. Looking around the class, she saw that the seat beside Michelle was vacant; Elaine was chatting animatedly with Vanessa’s group, taking up much of the teacher’s attention. Good chance, she thought, and good chances were meant to be grabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krystal, you poor thing. Where are you? We need to find you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;“Mmphfffff!” she pushed her tongue with all her might and tried to make a loud enough noise for whoever was below to hear. Was recess already over? Or had it just begun? She had lost track of all time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you just make some noise, Cheryl? Or were you acting lame again?” Below, someone’s cheery voice gushed zealously, while the other replied, giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No lah, lame! I don’t make that kind of noises. I bet &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; were the one loh. Laugh out loud!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the footsteps faded slowly. But to the person unheard and unseen above, it seemed like a thousand miles away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her hopes gradually diminished, her heart cried out in anguish and torrents of careless tears spilled out disobediently and stained her blindfold and pinafore. Her cries were muffled by the gag and everything she wanted, needed… was out of reach. And yet she was forced to ‘smile’, thanks to the hideous gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much time had lapsed already? How was she going to survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She didn't know. She couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She felt like she was better off dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda crept quietly to Michelle’s side. Sudden realization flowed within her and she could figure out certain stuff. Even the tiniest of details mattered now. “Hi Michelle! Heard from Weiling that you forgot to bring BOTH of your bandages?” she asked casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, huh huh? You talking to me ah?” Michelle rose from the bent position she was in. “Oh yeah ah, last night so busy studying for history until I forgot. Why you ask?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, Amanda didn’t talk to Michelle. No wonder Michelle’s surprise, thought Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No big deal about a few missing bandages, right? I mean, people could have forgotten to inform them to bring.&lt;/em&gt; Her inner voice told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Weiling knew?&lt;/em&gt; Another voice retorted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That in itself is suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I’ll go ask Weiling. “Hullo! Did you come late today?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh? You talking to me issit?” Weiling’s surprise was expected. Amanda talked to her even less. “Oh yeah, today I missed two buses ‘cause I didn’t want to be in the same bus as ex-DM and Xilei mah. Then I got twenty-one pumps loh. Don’t even remind me lah.” Her voice got more and more high-pitched. She’s so angry, Amanda thought, amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yah, how come Krystal never come back from recess? Mrs. Tan brought her out of school issit? &lt;em&gt;I miss her&lt;/em&gt;.” The last few words Amanda couldn’t catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.” She replied flatly. “She’s missing. Nowhere to be found. Crisp enough?” she didn’t realise her tone as half the class, including the teacher, was glaring at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You over there! What did I say about noise levels? Get back to seat before I send you out of the class!” the gentleness in her voice was replaced with a harshness that cut into Amanda’s already tattered heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krystal Chng Yu Ting, just where the HELL are you? I’m like suffering so much! I shouldn’t have volunteered in the first place, and can’t you just like stop it and reappear? I’m going to get a mental breakdown soon, okay! And then no one’s going to help you anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suppressed wild tears that threatened to flow down any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one day at school, just one person, one incident, turned her used-to-be good life completely upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Krystal was a friend. She had to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want some more of this, then tagtagtag! It’s as good as reviewing ^_^ Love ya guys ! We will have a concert soon ! &lt;33&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`and one plus one is equal to love.&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/31678505-115469124203889478?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115469124203889478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115469124203889478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115469124203889478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115469124203889478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/vanished-chapter-five.html' title='vanished chapter five.'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115444107697700043</id><published>2006-08-01T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T00:59:41.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanished chapter four</title><content type='html'>VANISHED&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: one plus one is equal to five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: *insert hilarious disclaimer punchline here* …and we do not own One Unitians. We just own their personalities, and this story *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: MWAHAHAH *evil cackle* Krysii, I’m going to make you suffer. *walks away laughing her head off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double P.S.: Edited something. The edited part is now in bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was unusually quiet, unlike the one she was so used to ever since she’d joined this school. And the only noise she could manage to make was muffled cries like ‘mmphff’. The thing in her mouth was annoying! It pushed her tongue backwards so there was no hope of exerting force on her tongue to push the thing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was everyone? The only sound she could hear was, besides from the cries that she had already given up on a long time ago, was her rapid breathing, and her own pounding heart, resonating loudly in her ribcage. Badump, badump, badump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought she’d heard tiptoeing and soft footsteps… away from her. She struggled with the things that’d forced her limbs into painful odd angles and held them there, and there was no chance of breaking away from the tight object that held the things in place. Probably a pipe, like the one she was leaning against. It was the only support she could find for her straining spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could hear the morning bell ring… and Mrs Goh making her speech. Was it that late already? Well, that sort of explained the footsteps away from her… everyone probably was hurrying for morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did everyone really leave a suspicious-looking, tied-up girl with things all over her body and possibly a half-broken arm there, just because of morning assembly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had smarts, more than just a little, anyway. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that wasn’t quite possible… and then a haunting sound cut her thoughts abruptly as she fidgeted nervously, her movements greatly constricted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone had come to get her. Someone dangerous, like the ghost that crawled under children’s beds at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was merely the introduction of the school song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She heaved a sigh of relief (if that was still achievable) but thought helplessly: where were they? They had promised that this would be a game, didn’t they? Had they forgotten all about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God knew how many minutes later, she had long given up fidgeting about and making as much noise possible with her forced-open mouth. It was getting warmer and her lips were dry and cracked. She was sure both her arms were broken now, and her leg muscle would have been sprained… Her water bottle, she wanted her water bottle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden, unexpected wave of fatigue washed over her like the waves flooding the beach. She could barely feel her eyelids drooping behind the scrappy, rough material that made up her blindfold. Lolling to one side, her head lay on an imaginary pillow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruffles… Cookie, Flossie… I want…! I want my pillow! Random thoughts screamed across her exhausted mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so…” It’s been the seventh bell that morning. It didn’t wake her up from her deep sleep, however, and in her dream… no, her nightmare… cats and dragons… and countless random objects like charcoal bits… floated about in midair trying to force her to tame a Pikachu… no wait, that was something bigger than a Pikachu…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi Amanda. Shhh…” Jingwen made a hush sign with her index finger to her lips. “Hide-and-seek;” she motioned. Amanda nodded, and patiently waited by the staircase near One Unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon… “Hahahahah! Caught you! Hahahahah!” Jiayi’s shrill laughter was all Amanda heard. She had been thinking over about everything, but neither head nor tails made themselves clear as Krystal, pardon the pun. Everything was about as muddy as the puddle of soil mixed with water beside the drain. She furrowed her eyebrows in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ffff… ffff… Yes, Ama – ffff – nda?” Jingwen panted heavily as she approached Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, nothing!” She tried to appear as indifferent as possible. “Just asking, by any chance, had you seen Krystal? ‘cause she had been missing for the entire recess you know, and I need to ask her something about History test just now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?” There was a sudden silence as Jingwen pondered over and digested Amanda’s question, then replied. “I thought she was seeing Mrs Tan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For the whole recess?” Amanda’s look was one of incredulity. “So basically, you haven’t seen her? And did you know that she wasn’t seeing Mrs Tan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How would I know?” Jingwen shrugged off the matter lightly and went to tag Jiayi on her shoulder. “Oi, did you know that Krystal wasn’t looking for Mrs Tan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi’s gaze shifted nervously from Jingwen to Amanda. She looked extremely fidgety. “Um, no…” she lied. But she was a poor liar, and that’s that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh Melody!” Weiling’s voice shattered the windows of the classroom, and the previous line was exaggerated, of course. “Did you remember to bring the bandages today?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no wonder Weiling’s voice. Melody and everyone else, except for Krystal, was walking to class, ‘sad’ written all over their features. But of course, their friend had just gone missing for the whole morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody barely looked up. “No, I forgot to bring.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh, how come?! Michelle also forgot to bring leh, and Janet. She got two one loh! And forgot to bring both?! Michelle I mean not Janet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dunno larh.” She replied without hesitation, and walked into class, not saying another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh… She woke up to the hated groggy feeling swirling about inside her head, feeling as if a thousand needles had just pinned themselves onto her skull. She tried rotating her head, but even fifteen degrees was impossible due to her aching neck. That was certainly a bad quality sleep, she thought, automatically trying to use her hands to massage her neck lightly. But her restrained hands were limply hanging behind her, all blood circulation lost due to the tight knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had I done to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, as that depressing thought came to mind, footsteps echoed beneath her! Those could be her saviours! She mustered up all the strength she’d left and made a noise with her throat, something between a grunt and an attempted shrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The footsteps halted. “What was that?” someone asked, and Krystal felt her all the still-working muscles tense within her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the love that i`ve found;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever since you`ve been around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115444107697700043?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115444107697700043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115444107697700043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115444107697700043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115444107697700043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/vanished-chapter-four.html' title='vanished chapter four'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115443604399232514</id><published>2006-08-01T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T05:40:43.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for all your love !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ever since this site had been up and running, it had received so many visits we could hardly believe it ! *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks for all your support. And due to consistent popular demand, I am currently working very hard for the mystery of the year - &lt;strong&gt;The Case of the Missing Lead Singer and Her &lt;em&gt;Bwa Bwa Bwack Sheep &lt;/em&gt;a.k.a. Vanished &lt;/strong&gt;! Next up would be the mystery Part II - &lt;strong&gt;The Case of the Missing Bassoon (&amp; Natalie if Possible) ! &lt;/strong&gt;Yes the bracket part is also part of the title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For a tiny bit of information on your part, I`d like to reveal that Vanished Chapter Four would be done - SANDRA: OI STOP TELLING EVERYONE LARH ! HURRY GO INSIDE THE RECORDING ROOM CAN ?! - oh fine fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our third album would be named &lt;strong&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/strong&gt; since all the songs would have something to do with the beloved animals of this Earth. Please remember to make your purchase !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And finally, unlike the original plans, &lt;strong&gt;Vanished&lt;/strong&gt; will not be consisting solely of interrogations, but a little bit of third-person POV story too. Just like chapter four - OI HURRY UP LARH ! &lt;strong&gt;WE ALL LOVE RICEBALLS&lt;/strong&gt; IS A NICE SONG OKAY ?! - okay okay. *Bangs head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, as you'll soon find out, Chapter Four will be done in a different POV. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Since Sandra-sama is working hard to shut me up, I will not divulge the secret yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;much love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;one plus one is equal to five;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;all members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Key:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;POV - Point-of-View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115443604399232514?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115443604399232514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115443604399232514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115443604399232514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115443604399232514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks-for-all-your-love.html' title='thanks for all your love !'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115433133947921325</id><published>2006-07-31T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T05:31:37.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>second album ! HOORAY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We have decided that our font should not always be white; it's getting boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks for supporting our mystery ! And our &lt;strong&gt;SECOND ALBUM, &lt;em&gt;HOW TO FRY AN EGG &lt;/em&gt;IS PROUDLY OUT ! &lt;/strong&gt;Make your purchase from the popular SOS Mart, and get a special discount !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's our list (find the lyrics at the &amp; SING ALONG section, or you can find the complete set of lyrics (coming soon) ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOW TO FRY AN EGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 1 - DOLPHIMS (hit single !) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 2 - THE HOCKEY PITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 3 - THE DOLPHIM CHEER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 4 - WE ALL LOVE RICEBALL (second hit single !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 5 - PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON (complete and unabridged version !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 6 - LULU SKIPPED TO THE LOO (remix!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 7 - DOLPHIMS (acoustic version!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Track 8 - DOLPHIMS (remix version !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bonus track - the instructions to &lt;strong&gt;HOW TO FRY AN EGG! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MUCH LOVE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115433133947921325?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115433133947921325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115433133947921325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115433133947921325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115433133947921325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/07/second-album-hooray.html' title='second album ! HOORAY !'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115426661869131870</id><published>2006-07-30T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:15:08.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vanished chapter three</title><content type='html'>Hello to all our beloved fans out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some housekeeping matters before we begin the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, since no one offered to maintain this site's un-stagnant-ness, I shall do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, our album will be out tomorrow ! It is named &lt;strong&gt;How to Fry An Egg&lt;/strong&gt;. Right. What an imaginatively named title, don't you think? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third and lastly, &lt;strong&gt;our hit debut made it HUGE! &lt;/strong&gt;Our hit single was aired on one of the radio channels and BS 1, Sandra, actually heard it being played in Bread Talk, a very famous bakery in Singapore. &lt;strong&gt;YAY WE MADE IT ! *pops champagne*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all our beloved supporters *weeps* we will - hic - love you for - hic - ever ! &lt;33&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes our mystery. Remember to guess what really happened ! See who's going to be the most accurate !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VANISHED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER THREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;written by renyue and corrected/edited by one plus one is equal to five (bs 3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in a line stretching all the way to the drink stall, Amanda saw her chance to question Yu Ying and Yi Xin while they waited their turn to order a bowl of orange bowl noodles. Yi Xin looked slightly jittery. Being their classmate, she decided to hint at the topic first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, can I talk to you guys for a second?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh…? I’m busy, can’t talk, later then talk can?” Yi Xin stammered nervously. Beside her, Yu Ying frowned and nudged her in the ribs. Amanda looked at the seemingly never-ending queue, and back at the duo. They didn’t look too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m just going to ask you something, it’s not going to take up much of your time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aiyah, got nothing for you to know lar,” Yi Xin hit Amanda lightly on her arm, directly avoiding her gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However… “Ask then ask lor,” Yu Ying answered nonchalantly. Okay, this wasn’t going too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moved one step up the queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You all know how Krystal was seeing Mrs Tan right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Xin didn’t answer, but her expression grew more strained. Yu Ying was, however quite cool and composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ya, is you all say one what.” Her fingers went naturally through her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda gave up going a roundabout way, and cut straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She wasn’t seeing Mrs Tan, did you know that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Xin’s eyes grew wider. She fidgeted and shuffled her feet about. They all moved forward with the queue once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Ying answered again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, we dunno what, how you expect us to know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can I believe what you’re saying?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t believe then don’t believe loh, I dowan to talk to you already.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a simple wave of her delicate fingers, the matter was brushed aside, and she stepped forward to the large hole in the queue and pointedly ignored Amanda. Yi Xin was quick to follow Yu Ying’s example. She was shaking slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda sighed. It seemed like her classmates were really insulted. She shouldn’t have suspected them, but Yi Xin really looked suspicious…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would have interrogated Vanessa, but she was afraid that she would be insulted. She pondered this while walking to class. When she stepped into the class, Vanessa, Yi Xin and Yu Ying were already there, unusually early. The atmosphere was tense. When Amanda approached Vanessa for a chat, she simply stared at her coldly, and turned away. Amanda felt really hurt, and guilty at having suspected the three of them. Still, it didn’t seem to her that Vanessa would behave like that, maybe there was something fishy after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi Vanessa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” her ‘what’ was long and dragged, like a tone someone would use when they were annoyed or trying to prove themselves innocent. “We didn’t do anything wrong okay.” She adjusted her hair band and her belt, and was quick to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda felt utterly helpless, when a shrill cry pierced through the awkward silence. It was Jiayi and Jingwen and their friends, playing a silly game of hide-and-seek right outside the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them, Amanda thought silently, so carefree. She had to make everyone angry by doing her duty?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about duty, however, she knew, she still had to go ask the few of them some questions. Krystal was missing, and that was a major fact laid right in front of her. She couldn’t ignore it. She had to do her job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked with a new stride over to Jingwen’s hiding place. Once this was over, she’d apologize to everyone she’d offended. And then, hopefully, they would forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you've enjoyed it and continue to support &lt;strong&gt;How to Fry An Egg &lt;/strong&gt;! Meanwhile, figure out heads and tails about where our beloved Lead Singer has disappeared to... *winks evilly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115426661869131870?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115426661869131870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115426661869131870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115426661869131870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115426661869131870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/07/vanished-chapter-three.html' title='vanished chapter three'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115407751602114931</id><published>2006-07-28T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T02:05:16.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vanished chapter two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Our second album will be out soon. However, in the mean time, enjoy the mystery! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;VANISHED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAPTER TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by: one plus one is equal to five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: We do not own the characters of this story. They belong to the people o_O And also, please do not be offended by the Out-Of-Characterness of the characters in this story. They were meant for pure fun and enjoyment and please don`t take it to heart. Thanks. Characters are totally fictitious people who borrowed One Unitians' names. Remember, we're *not* referring to the real you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I`ll help," Amanda offered. Melody nodded gratefully and accepted her offer immediately. However at that exact moment Mrs Goh decided to begin that morning's assembly. They all sighed and went back to their positions. It was irritating how time was never on their side and how Krystal still had not reappeared. Oh, what was she to tell Mr Ho? That Krys was missing? Or she was absent? But her bag was still in the classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful beginning to a &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt; new day. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Mrs Goh's speech ended early, and Melody made up some crazy story about Krys having diarrhoea in the toilet; she suddenly wished she had just said Krys was absent because that meant they had to find her by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a relief! PC period was free period. Instead of doing the malay dance, Melody told Amanda something in out in the balcony, and they quickly set off to work, since Krys still had not come back and no one had answered her phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Renyue, could you please come out to the balcony for a while, I want to ask you something in private." Amanda tried not to sound overly-serious. Meanwhile Natalie was trying to tell everyone who bombarded her questions about Krys that she was meeting Mrs Tan, which was so not true, but what else could she do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sure." Was it her imagination, or did Amanda see a glimpse of nervousness in her fellow classmate's eyes? Suspicious, definitely... Hmm. Renyue rose from her seat to the front of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing much, just wanted to ask if you have any idea where Krystal was this morning, right before assembly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ye - uh.. I`m afraid not." She said, just a tad nervously. "I thought she was seeing Mrs Tan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No she obviously isn't." Amanda said with a touch of irritation in her voice. "Can`t you tell it`s a lie? Oh yeah, you`re immune to sarcasm. Oh well. Whatever. You don`t sound like you`re telling the tru - Hang on." Renyue nodded as Amanda turned to look at the person who had tapped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Melody?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just to tell you. You don`t have to ask me, Natalie, Rachael, Sandra and Charlene already because 1. we have no reason to play a prank on our good friend and 2. we were together the whole morning, discussing Love Hina (and/or Jeremy) WITH Krys present." Amanda nodded to show she understood. However, a suspicion rose within her; a hunch, as they called it. Why would she purposely remind her of that when it was obvious that she wouldn`t just question them for no reason; and besides, even best friends had reasons to do this sort of thing to each other. Oh well. She`d ask them together afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Renyue. Back to you. Are you &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; you`re telling the truth? Unless it`s murder or anything more serious than a high school prank, it`s okay to tell the truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah well." Renyue flung her hands onto her dark blue pinafore. "I`ll tell you. This morning I saw Krystal with the usual people she hangs out with, you know, namely, Sandra, Rach -" "You don`t have to tell me that. I know." "Okay. Anyways, I saw her go into the toilet with Natalie and Melody. Then I saw only Melody and Natalie come out and I got curious so I asked where Krystal was. Then they just hushed me in this mysterious way and went back into class. After a while, they had this frantic look on their face and went off hurriedly. That`s all I know. I swear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don`t swear." Amanda said quickly. "I`ll try to believe you. Ask Jiayi to come over. Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Jiayi came and was all "what`s up Ieting?" when Amanda just shushed her and said "I`m doing proper business here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh finee! Renyue told me. You want to know where Krysii-poo is? I thought she`s with Mrs Tan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That`s what everyone would probably say, &lt;/em&gt;Amanda thought, frustrated. &lt;em&gt;Can`t they tell the truth for once? And besides, I seriously didn`t see Renyue communicating with Jiayi in any way except for tapping on her shoulder and pointing to me. Oh well. I`ll figure it out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I`ll cut straight to the point. Tell me your account of what happened as truthfully as possible, and I`ll ask someone else soon after. Remember, as long as this is not a murder case or a serious prank, it`s okay to be truthful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh finee." Jiayi whined, looking around for anything that might support her statement. "This morning I came to class and saw all the people. I didn`t suspect a thing until..." she shot a meaningful glance towards Benita's direction and quickly looked away, afraid to give out anything. "...I forgot what I wanted to say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda's glare said it all. "Uhm, Benita asked me to follow her to somewhere. I didn`t want to at first, cause I was packing my English file. But then she dragged me along so I had to follow. She stopped in front of this place I`ve never been to before, and told me 'this is the place hor. Don`t tell anyone okay.' She probably wasn`t aware that I didn`t have a single clue to what she was trying to say, however she just smirked and went with me back to class. That`s all. I didn`t know it had anything to do with Krysii, and I PROMISE I didn`t do it." She averted Amanda's final gaze before Mr Ho came into class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... huh huh huh? Krys - ehh? Um, CLASS STAND!" Jordana said, shocking half the class. Amanda, being the observant girl she was, knew that sort of already proved Jordana's innocence; she didn`t know of Krys`s absence. It came to her as abrupt. But somehow, Jordana *might* be lying. There`s always the slightest chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here she was with another crisis; she didn`t have anymore time. Till recess, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115407751602114931?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115407751602114931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115407751602114931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115407751602114931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115407751602114931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/07/vanished-chapter-two.html' title='vanished chapter two'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115399198375293186</id><published>2006-07-27T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:49:16.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disappearance mystery</title><content type='html'>Due to "overwhelming" response, we shall hereby do a DISAPPEARANCE MYSTERY SPECIAL specially for one unitians! Look out for your own name as we interrogate certain SUSPICIOUS people and be stunned by the conclusion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will interrogate five unitians each time. Tag if you want to be the detective! Here goes the story, no interrogations yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You see, one person be detective, one person missing. So 30. Divided by five! Neatly! OUR number!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VANISHED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny mornings always meant fresh new beginnings for the girls of One Unity as they strolled down the corridor to get ready for the morning assembly. Chatting animatedly, no one noticed the frenzy two classmates were in; till ominous grey-black clouds rolled overhead and thunders roared. Someone shrieked. No doubt it was Rachael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shuddup, you`re giving me a headache. Can`t you see I`m looking for something?" Natalie snapped, a tad irritably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. More like someone right." Sandra sarcastically commented. Natalie then went off with Melody to continue their search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are y'all looking for?!" Charlene asked incredulously. "I mean, you even skipped footdrill for it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really wanna know?" Natalie's expression was unreadable. "Well, here goes. Just now we were leaving for footdrill -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" -And a typical someone dragged us into the toilet to wait for her." Melody continued. "She said she wanted to see us do footdrill, and she needed to get to the track for some CCA thing anyway. Since it was still quite early we decided to be nice and waited; until it was almost 7, and we were all 'KRYSTAL HURRY UP!' However, surprisingly no one answered. Nappy went and kicked on the door -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" -Oi don`t call me that! And anyways still no one replied. We were like O.o and walked outside to check the time on the class clock. Suddenly we thought we heard a muffled cry and we found that the door was unlocked and could easily be pushed open with a slight force. We were like --''' since she didn`t even close the CUBICLE DOOR properly! However Melody seemed to recall the sound of the door being locked. Ah well. THE CUBICLE WAS EMPTY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was how we risked skipping footdrill, just looking for our DEAR friend." Melody ended with a sigh. "There's no other possibility besides one: she fell into the toilet bowl and flushed herself away, as our Beloved Weiling-sama has suggested. Or two: she walked off / someone took her away. You know? We didn`t see A SINGLE FREAKIN' SOUL come out of that toilet door. We were RIGHT OUTSIDE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And we haven`t seen her SHADOW since then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the whole class was listening; so Sandra breezed past their bombarded comments and asked, "who would like to help, then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well. Look out for the next chapter! Five people would be interrogated and the detective would be selected =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`much love;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BS 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115399198375293186?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115399198375293186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115399198375293186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115399198375293186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115399198375293186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/07/disappearance-mystery.html' title='disappearance mystery'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115398958146082057</id><published>2006-07-27T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:39:41.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>website maintenance</title><content type='html'>Maintenance notice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone from the band / sponsorship company volunteer to keep this website running ? This is extremely important as it would keep our fans informed. Thank you very much. To volunteer / sign up, please leave your name in the tagboard. Thanks. By doing this, however, you will also gain access to the Top Secret sponsorship company website, so I sincerely wish that you would not do anything to destroy / hack it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget; &amp; SAY GOODBYE is now the section where you can look for the hottest lyrics to our hottest singles / hits such as BWA BWA BWACK SHEEP ! For the latest information about our very own band, please check back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`much love;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BS 3; melody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: our very much honoured sponsorship company is also known as the One Unity Limited Corporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double P.S.: Has anyone seen our &lt;strong&gt;Lead Singer&lt;/strong&gt; Krystal these few days? One day she said she had a diarrhoea, and no one has seen her ever since. However, rumour has it that people have been hearing &lt;strong&gt;Bwa Bwa Bwack Sheep&lt;/strong&gt; lingering in the air, and some unknown individual have been tapping / pushing / making contact with them and when they turn back, they see no one. We highly suspect this has something to do with Krystal. Please inform us if you have any news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million thanks to all our fans out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115398958146082057?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115398958146082057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115398958146082057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115398958146082057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115398958146082057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/07/website-maintenance.html' title='website maintenance'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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-31678505.post-115391778767885474</id><published>2006-07-26T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T05:45:41.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST ALBUM</title><content type='html'>Our first album; &lt;strong&gt;LULU SKIPPED TO THE LOO&lt;/strong&gt; is currently selling hot! Please remember to support us and if you wish to have a &lt;strong&gt;SIGNED&lt;/strong&gt; copy of the following advertisement, please purchase the album at the ever-popular &lt;strong&gt;SOS-MART. &lt;/strong&gt;Even though that's the only place you can get it from, but try to have one of your own before it's sadly... sold out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRACK 1 - LULU SKIPPED TO THE LOO&lt;br /&gt;TRACK 2 - BWA BWA BWACK SHEEP (HIT SINGLE!)&lt;br /&gt;TRACK 3 - THE MMM RAP&lt;br /&gt;TRACK 4 - TE FORM SONG (TUNE OF CLEMENTINE)&lt;br /&gt;TRACK 5 - HUMPTY DUMPTY (RAP VERSION)&lt;br /&gt;TRACK 6 - HUMPTY DUMPTY (ACOUSTIC VERSION - BY OUR VERY OWN PIANIST)&lt;br /&gt;TRACK 7 - BWA BWA BWACK SHEEP (GROUP VERSION)&lt;br /&gt;TRACK 8 - LULU SKIPPED TO THE LOO (MDM NG VERSION)&lt;br /&gt;TRACK 9 - PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON (BACKGROUND SINGERS SPECIAL!)&lt;br /&gt;BONUS TRACK - A SPECIAL VERSION OF OUR LEAD SINGER... LAUGHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, here is a list of the names:&lt;br /&gt;Lead Singer - KRYSTAL CHNG&lt;br /&gt;Background Singers - SANDRA CHIU, NG HUAI CHYN &amp; MELODY TAI&lt;br /&gt;Dancer - RACHAEL TEO&lt;br /&gt;Piano - NATALIE CHUNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please really remember to give One Plus One Is Equal to Five (Love) your fullest support! This advertisement is © ONE PLUS ONE IS EQUAL TO FIVE (LOVE). Please do not redistribute without permission. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`much love;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BS 3; melody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31678505-115391778767885474?l=oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/feeds/115391778767885474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31678505&amp;postID=115391778767885474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115391778767885474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31678505/posts/default/115391778767885474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneplusoneisequaltofive.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-album.html' title='FIRST ALBUM'/><author><name>one unity rocks`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414788247864983856</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>
