<?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-1946971555639426373</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:14:29.651-08:00</updated><category term='Sailatul Fadhilah.'/><category term='Syazanaa'/><category term='Salwa'/><category term='this mystery is written by dk zahidah :)'/><category term='Nur&apos;Aqilah. :D'/><category term='amalie'/><category term='merlelawati merzuki'/><category term='Fathin'/><category term='amalx'/><title type='text'>Chapter 13: The mystery.</title><subtitle type='html'>It was sealed... Until now.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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-1946971555639426373.post-8743304635616028344</id><published>2009-05-28T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:04:03.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this mystery is written by dk zahidah :)'/><title type='text'>4 am owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/Sh6Zg9W521I/AAAAAAAAADc/e8nY-yQ6gUo/s1600-h/2383802653_2f6518b765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340874999613479762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/Sh6Zg9W521I/AAAAAAAAADc/e8nY-yQ6gUo/s320/2383802653_2f6518b765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is saphira( not the real name) story….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad died several years ago, but before that she flew to maine ( the place where her father live) to take visit her father. She helped her father with his last book and clean the home. For your information, her father is a writer.&lt;br /&gt;Before she left, her father asked her to bring along the bird clock with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she arrived home, she put the bird clock in the dining room. The bird clock has a picture of different bird to represent the hours And the bird will played sound of owl every 6 and 12 am/ pm. Although the picture is turning into pale gray but still nice. Okay, emm…why am I telling you about the clock? what is my topic actually ?? Oh, saphira house is haunted! Yeah, she realized that since she…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, she was unable to sleep because she was awakened by a sound of an owl.she looked at her table watch and it was 4 am. The bird clock has a sensor of light and yet it never chimed at the time like this. So she went to the dining room where she put the bird clock, but before she could reach there the sound stop. So she turned back to the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, groggy for disturbing sleep, she take off one of the bird clock battery. That night she slept with joy and confident that nothing will disturb her anymore. Hahaha , I hope she was wrong. The sound of the owl came again that night again at the same time 4 am. she felt annoyed by that sound, so she take off the last battery and put it in a shelf in another room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the next day, the same thing happened so she thinks of something to make that sound stop. Nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, lastly she had no idea and simply just bring the bird clock to the garage.&lt;br /&gt;If I were her I would do the same thing too!&lt;br /&gt;All day she tried to figure out why the sound of the owl still have although she already took off the batteries. Do you thinking what i’m thinking..?? she live in a lovely forest surrounded by tall trees where owls and doves nest outside her bedroom window, then I think I should explain to you that she live less than two blocks from a major highway, and there are no tall trees near enough for her to hear an owl call from them.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be weird. everyday that sound come to her . Then she have to choose either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Accept that her house is haunted and learn to sleep through it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Start getting up at 4:00 a.m. every day and enjoy the quiet morning hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery never ends. She sleep every night and every 4 am she will wake up just to hear the bird singing….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-8743304635616028344?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/8743304635616028344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-am-owl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/8743304635616028344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/8743304635616028344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-am-owl.html' title='4 am owl'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/Sh6Zg9W521I/AAAAAAAAADc/e8nY-yQ6gUo/s72-c/2383802653_2f6518b765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-8947658517089052731</id><published>2009-05-28T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:18:54.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merlelawati merzuki'/><title type='text'>browky and the cat lady</title><content type='html'>Hey , my name is tan jin kai  and iam 11 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sixteen- old dog (older than me haha) named browky that was very much a part of our family. He was white and very cute.&lt;br /&gt;Browky had weird habit – he loved to eat cat biscuits!&lt;br /&gt;Sadly on 3 april , 2006 , browky died of cancer. We had all expecting for his death but it was still a big blow for us. I miss him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But there was one person who was happy that browky had died, namely the auntie who feeds stray cats at our void deck.&lt;br /&gt;“ that bloody dog is dead” said the cat lady. “ now  I dont have to worry about that silly dog eating my cat biscuits anymore!”.&lt;br /&gt;I was angry to heard her comment and like I want to throw the cat biscuits on her face.&lt;br /&gt;One early morning I was awakened by loud banging on our front door.&lt;br /&gt;I  open it and saw the cat lady.&lt;br /&gt;“I thought you said your dog was dead!” She shouted. “ it just snatched my cat biscuits again!”&lt;br /&gt;That was impossible! I wen tout to the corridor and looked down. For your information I live on second floor. I saw browky running across the road with a bag of cat biscuits in his mouth!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe my eyes, that was what browky used to do all the time he was alive.&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;Browky! I miss you!! I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;Browky turned and looked at me, then ran off.  After that, I never saw him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery is : I saw browky alive ..again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-8947658517089052731?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/8947658517089052731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/browky-and-cat-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/8947658517089052731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/8947658517089052731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/browky-and-cat-lady.html' title='browky and the cat lady'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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-1946971555639426373.post-7526346761030702012</id><published>2009-05-28T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:13:18.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merlelawati merzuki'/><title type='text'>Smiley Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/Sh5_TeSstHI/AAAAAAAAADU/zbQW0vCKehM/s1600-h/barbie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340846180633719922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/Sh5_TeSstHI/AAAAAAAAADU/zbQW0vCKehM/s320/barbie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey my name is Felicia Tay and iam 12 years old, student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that you should take care of your toys even though you’re too old to play with them?? They have feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know this until my friend jane told me her story. When she was young , she was pampered with a lots of toys.&lt;br /&gt;However, she threw away those she didn’t like every time she receive new toys. On her 6th birthday, she fell in love with a Barbie doll that her uncle had given her. Unfortunately, her uncle died soon after a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;That made jane cherish the doll every day until she was in primary five.&lt;br /&gt;She even brought the doll to school. One day, she hung out with a group of friends that made fun of her. They said that dolls were for stupid girls. Jane wanted to fell accepted by her friends. So she kept the doll in her cupboard month. By and by, she forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;One day, she heard someone knocking from inside her cupboard. She timidly walked towards the door. When she was about one meter away, the door flung open. Jane screamed and fainted from the fright.&lt;br /&gt;The gardener heard her screams and rushed into the room. He saw jane lying in the floor, next to the door. He knew the doll well as he had seen jane holding and playing with it for many years. His blood turned cold when he saw that instead of it’s usual cute smile , the doll had an extremely menacing smile on it’s face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He rushed jane to the nearest clinic where the doctor managed to revive her .&lt;br /&gt;The gardener told jane what he had seen. From then on, jane decided to ignore the taunts of her friends and gave her Barbie all her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery is ….is it true that the Barbie smile?? It just a doll…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-7526346761030702012?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7526346761030702012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/smiley-barbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/7526346761030702012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/7526346761030702012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/smiley-barbie.html' title='Smiley Barbie'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/Sh5_TeSstHI/AAAAAAAAADU/zbQW0vCKehM/s72-c/barbie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-3085072133451415668</id><published>2009-05-25T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:10:48.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this mystery is written by dk zahidah :)'/><title type='text'>MYSTERY DEATH IN THAILAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/ShppGaKHCkI/AAAAAAAAADM/RxLusHA5fiI/s1600-h/PhiPhiIsland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339695867023002178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/ShppGaKHCkI/AAAAAAAAADM/RxLusHA5fiI/s320/PhiPhiIsland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHAT A SAD VACATION FOR RYAN KELLS AND HIS FIANCE. THE VACATION ENDED WITH RYAN KELLS PREPARING FRIDAY TO RETURN FROM BANGKOK WITH ASHES OF HIS FIANCEE AND BRING IT TO HER FAMILY IN CALIFORNIA.&lt;br /&gt;THE STORY STARTS WITH…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COUPLE WAS PLANNING TO GO FOR A TRIP, 3 MONTH AFTER THEY ENGAGED.&lt;br /&gt;ON 26TH APRIL, THEY ARRIVED AT PHI PHI ISLAND, THAILAND.&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY, JILL(HIS FIANCEE) SEND AN EMAIL TO HIS BROTHER , ROBERT TELLING THAT SHE HAD NOT BEEN FEELING WELL. JILL DO NOT WANT TO TELL THIS TO RYAN BECAUSE SHE DO NOT WANT TO RUIN THIS VACATION, ONLY BECAUSE SHE IS NOT FEELING WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ON 2ND MAY, ROBERT CALLED RYAN AND TOLD HIM THAT JILL IS NOT FEELING WELL. SO, RYAN WENT TO HER FIANCEE ROOM. HE PRESS THE BELL BUTTON FOR ALMOST 5 TIMES BUT THERE IS NO RESPONSE. RYAN START TO THINK THAT BAD THINGS HAPPENED TO HER. SO HE CALLED THE RECEPTIONIST OF THE LANEENA HOTEL ASKING FOR THE SPARE KEY. AFTER A FEW MINUTES, THE HOTEL WORKER CAME AND BROUGHT ALONG THE KEY. RYAN OPEN THE DOOR AND LOOKED AROUND THE ROOM AND SEE JILL WAS NOT THERE. AND RYAN HEARD A SOUND FROM THE TOILET, SO HE WENT INSIDE THE TOILET. WHILE THE DOOR ARE NOT LOCKED IT IS EASY FOR HIM TO GET INSIDE. SO HE WENT INSIDE AND SEE JILL WAS NOT BREATHING AND SHE IS VOMITING. ON THE WAY TO THE HOSPITAL, JILL HEART DO NOT BEAT AT ALL. SHE WAS DEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339694761244167810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/ShpoGCz5DoI/AAAAAAAAADE/Q1nivougcQI/s320/090507_Jill_St_Onge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HER DEATH IS A MYSTERY….&lt;br /&gt;THE HOTEL MANAGER TOLD THAT THE CAUSING OF THEN DEATH IS BECAUSE OF FOOD POISIONING. IMPOSSIBLE! IT MAY BE POSSIBLE BUT HOW CAN SHE SURVIVE ONLY FOR 12 HOURS??!! BUT RYAN DESCRIBED HIS FEELING ILL AT THE ROOM IN THE HOTEL AND THERE’S SOMETHING THAT MAKE THE COUPLE FEEL ILL. RYAN IS SAFE BECAUSE HE SPENT LESS TIME IN THAT ROOM MORE THAN HIS FIANCE&lt;br /&gt;Onge family requested blood and tissue samples in order to conduct an independent analysis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339693867796977090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/ShpnSCde1cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fJbc-dCgIyE/s320/090507_jill_st_onge_memoria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF JILL’S DEATH?? SUSPICIOUS RIGHT…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-3085072133451415668?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/3085072133451415668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/mystery-death-in-thailand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/3085072133451415668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/3085072133451415668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/mystery-death-in-thailand.html' title='MYSTERY DEATH IN THAILAND'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/ShppGaKHCkI/AAAAAAAAADM/RxLusHA5fiI/s72-c/PhiPhiIsland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-6136580094044182409</id><published>2009-05-22T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:46:53.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syazanaa'/><title type='text'>Mysterious Radio...</title><content type='html'>One night....&lt;br /&gt;My mother, my sister and I were talking in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;My father didn't join us because he was sleeping inside his room. Suddenly all of us heard a noise that came from the radio.Changing from one channel to another.From the lowest to the hidhest volume.We didn't care about it and continue talking.I thought my father switch on the radio. S o we didn't care so much about it.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly my father come out from his room with a shocking face.He asked "Who switch on the radio??"  we look at each other and wondering who switched the radio on.&lt;br /&gt;Who switched on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;All of us replied back "Didn't you the one who switch the radio?". Neither of us switch on the radio because we thought it would awake our father. My father said he didn't know how to use the radio. That's why he seldom use the radio.&lt;br /&gt;My sister said maybe my 'FRIEND' switch on the radio. Maybe she was bored listening to us and wanted to hear the radio.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care about the radio that much,so we continued our chatting.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I should throw away  my radio????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-6136580094044182409?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6136580094044182409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/mysterious-radio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/6136580094044182409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/6136580094044182409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/mysterious-radio.html' title='Mysterious Radio...'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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-1946971555639426373.post-8043029759044423781</id><published>2009-05-22T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:17:02.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syazanaa'/><title type='text'>A lost world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/ShZRLQ1CnbI/AAAAAAAAACM/kNdqJSOh_Vo/s1600-h/Lost+world+frozen+14m+years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/ShZRLQ1CnbI/AAAAAAAAACM/kNdqJSOh_Vo/s320/Lost+world+frozen+14m+years.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338543662232149426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lost world has been found in Antarctica, preserved just the way it was when it was frozen in time some 14 million years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fossils of plants and animals high in the mountains is an extremely rare find in the continent, one that also gives a glimpse of a what could be there in a century or two as the planet warms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A team working in an ice-free region has discovered the trove of ancient life in what must have been the last traces of tundra on the interior of the southernmost continent before temperatures began to drop relentlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An abrupt and dramatic climate cooling of 8°C in 200,000 years forced the extinction of tundra plants and insects and brought interior Antarctica into a perpetual deep-freeze from which it has never emerged, though may do again as a result of climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An international team led by Prof David Marchant, at Boston University and Profs Allan Ashworth and Adam Lewis, at North Dakota State University, combined evidence from glaciers, from the preserved ecology, volcanic ashes and modelling to reveal the full extent of the big freeze in a part of Antarctica called the Dry Valleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new insight in the understanding of Antarctica's climatic history, which saw it change from a climate like that of South Georgia to one similar to that seen today in Mars, is published in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've documented the timing and the magnitude of a tremendous change in Antarctic climate," said Prof Marchant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fossil finds allow us to examine Antarctica as it existed just prior to climate cooling at 13.9 million years ago. It is a unique window into the past. To study these deposits is akin to strolling across the Dry Valleys 14.1 million years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discovery of the lake deposits with perfectly preserved fossils of mosses, diatoms and minute crustacea called ostracods is particularly exciting, noted Prof Lewis. "They are the first to be found even though scientific expeditions have been visiting the Dry Valleys since their discovery during the first Scott expedition in 1902-1903," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we can understand how we got into this relatively cold climate phase, then that can help predict how global warming might push us back out of this phase. For the vast majority of the history of the Earth, there was no permanent ice is like today at the poles and even the tropics at high elevation. There's been a progressive cooling going on for 50 million years to get us into this permanent-ice mode; the formation of a permanent ice sheet on Antarctica plays a big role in that cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Studies like ours that establish when and how climate thresholds were crossed along the way can be used to predict climate thresholds going the opposite direction, from cool to warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Although, to be fair, we're looking at one that is very far away; warming would have to be greater than what is predicted for the next one or two centuries to cause a melting of the East Antarctic Ice Sheet. The west Antarctic Ice Sheet is much more vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof Ashworth is impressed by the way diatoms and mosses are indistinguishable from living organisms. Today, they are all over the world - with the exception of Antarctica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be able to identify living species amongst the fossils is phenomenal. To think that modern counterparts have survived 14 million years on Earth without any significant changes in the details of their appearances is striking. It must mean that these organisms are so well-adapted to their habitats that in spite of repeated climate changes and isolation of populations for millions of years they have not become extinct but have survived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What caused the big freeze is not known, although there are also theories and phenomena as varied as the levels of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere and tectonic shifts, the ocean circulation affected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-8043029759044423781?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/8043029759044423781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/8043029759044423781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/8043029759044423781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-world.html' title='A lost world'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/ShZRLQ1CnbI/AAAAAAAAACM/kNdqJSOh_Vo/s72-c/Lost+world+frozen+14m+years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-8832703685633592210</id><published>2009-05-22T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:11:04.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syazanaa'/><title type='text'>black aggie</title><content type='html'>Retold by : S. E. Schlosser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren't careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue - nicknamed Black Aggie - was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue's eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie's name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. "Black Aggie" sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue's arms reached out toward the cowering boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-8832703685633592210?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/8832703685633592210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/black-aggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/8832703685633592210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/8832703685633592210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/black-aggie.html' title='black aggie'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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-1946971555639426373.post-8413689464460817797</id><published>2009-05-14T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:34:37.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amalx'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n197/xflexxbucket/waverly-hills-sanatorium.jpg&lt;br /&gt;Waverly Hills Sanatorium, located in Louisville, Kentucky, opened in 1910 as a two-story hospital to accommodate 40 to 50 tuberculosis patients. It has been popularized on television as being one of the "most haunted" hospitals in the eastern United States, and was seen on ABC/FOX Family Channel's Scariest Places On Earth as well as VH1's Celebrity Paranormal Project. It was also seen on the Sci Fi Channel's Ghost Hunters and featured in an episode of the 11th series of the British TV show Most Haunted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-8413689464460817797?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/8413689464460817797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/httpi112.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/8413689464460817797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/8413689464460817797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/httpi112.html' title=''/><author><name>Fathin♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475825325254674473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/SNo3sIXfuEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tE-uFDIjqgg/S220/PaTeNx+PeAcE+RoX!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-6764425510998697614</id><published>2009-05-14T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:10:03.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystery Of Maatkare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/anubis4_2000/egyptimages/ananka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The mummy of Maatkare, a princess of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://touregypt.net/hdyn21.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21'st Dynasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, was found in 1881 in the Deir el-Bahri cache along with the mummies of her immediate family and numerous other rulers of the 17'th through 21'st Dynasties. Her body was contained in the beautiful coffin shown above, which is one of a set of coffins belonging to the princess now in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tourism.egnet.net/attractions_detail.asp?code=6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cairo Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Placed at her feet in the coffin, Egyptologists discovered a tiny bundle of bandages, which for many years was thought to be the mummy of a baby. This interpretation seemed confirmed when an examination of Maatkare's body indicated that she had died in childbirth. However, recent x-rays of this tiny mummy show that it is actually the body of a baboon. No one has ever offered an explanation of why a baboon should be placed with the body of this ancient princess, but an examination of the details of Maatkare's life give a clue that might help solve the mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maatkare was a great grand-daughter of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://touregypt.net/20dyn10.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rameses XI'th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; through her mother's side of the family. She was the first woman to bear the title "Divine Votress," and was also referred to as a "God's Wife"--a very important title in ancient Egypt. As High Priestess of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://touregypt.net/amen.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amen-Re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, she wrote her name in a cartouche and held the most powerful religious office in Egypt next to the Pharaoh himself. Maatkare's position identified her with Amen-Re's wife, the goddess Mut. According to Egyptian mythology, Mut bore Amen a son named Khons, who was a god of the moon. Khons' lunar association related him closely to the god &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artsmia.org/mythology/slide2.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thoth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, and, like Thoth, he was sometimes depicted in the form of a baboon. Since Khons was symbolically the son of Maatkare in her ritual role as Amen-Re's wife, it seems fitting that she be given a baboon as a surrogate child to keep her company in the Underworld.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even if this explains the presence of the mummified baboon in Maatkare's coffin, there still remains a mystery surrounding her alleged pregnancy. No clue as to the identity of her unknown child's father was found among her few grave goods, which consisted of two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.powerup.com.au/~ancient/shabtis1.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shabti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; boxes, a small figure of the god &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://touregypt.net/osirwor.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Osiris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, and a papyrus inscribed with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pert Em Hru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, known today as "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/egyptart/book.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Book of the Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;." Her body had been disturbed by thieves in antiquity, and only a leather amulet thong and three gold and silver rings on each thumb remained of her once undoubtedly opulent funerary attire. Whoever he was, the father of Maatkare's child was either powerful enough to flaunt religious tradition (always a risky business in ancient Egypt) or very indiscreet, for it was decreed that a High Priestess of Amen-Re must remain celibate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;--- Wanixx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-6764425510998697614?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6764425510998697614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/mystery-of-maatkare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/6764425510998697614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/6764425510998697614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/mystery-of-maatkare.html' title='The Mystery Of Maatkare'/><author><name>Elouise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936585888124125621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZ-XxwutuXQ/SfrklNWTAzI/AAAAAAAAABc/iSR4FRRCid4/S220/kyouya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-3478742466054668938</id><published>2009-05-14T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:00:55.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Ark Found?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The Ararat anomaly is an object appearing on photographs of the snowfields near the summit of Mount Ararat, Turkey, and advanced by some believers in Biblical literalism as the remains of Noah’s Ark. The anomaly is located on the northwest corner of the Western Plateau of Mount Ararat at about 15,500 ft. It was first filmed during a U.S. Air Force aerial reconnaissance mission in 1949 — the Ararat massif sits on the former Turkish/Soviet border, and was thus an area of military interest — and was accordingly given a classification of “secret” as were subsequent photographs taken in 1956, 1973, 1976, 1990 and 1992, by aircraft and satellites. Six frames from the 1949 footage were released under the Freedom of Information Act. A joint research project was later established between Insight Magazine and Space Imaging (now GeoEye), using the IKONOS satellite. IKONOS, on its maiden voyage, captured the anomaly on August 5 and September 13, 2000. The Mount Ararat area also has been imaged by France’s SPOT satellite in September 1989, Landsat in the 1970s and NASA’s Space shuttle in 1994.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);   line-height: 19px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);   line-height: 19px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.worldnetdaily.com/images2/arkwyattsite1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 48px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 48px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;---Wani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-3478742466054668938?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/3478742466054668938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/noahs-ark-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/3478742466054668938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/3478742466054668938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/noahs-ark-found.html' title='Noah&apos;s Ark Found?'/><author><name>Elouise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936585888124125621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZ-XxwutuXQ/SfrklNWTAzI/AAAAAAAAABc/iSR4FRRCid4/S220/kyouya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-7703833823343046513</id><published>2009-05-14T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:46:36.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amalx'/><title type='text'>The Chopping Knife And The Ghost Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I grew up in a very old house. The floors creaked and walls shook. It was a house with 4 stories and 14 bedrooms and the regular rooms every house has. Our family was looking for a house in a peaceful neighborhood. We needed a big house but also an affordable house. The real estate agency found us this house, and even though it had been abandoned for 85 years, we bought it. It was perfect. So anyway, I grew up in this house.&lt;br /&gt;One night when I was 12 years old, I stayed up late doing my homework. It was 3 am. Everyone else was asleep. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I turned around and they stopped. I felt the coldest breeze imaginable. It ran through my body and my back stiffened. I continued doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard noises, like giggling. I felt a breeze even colder then before. All of a sudden, the lights started to flicker. On and off. But only in the family room and some of the hallway. I heard footsteps again, but louder and harder. I looked over at the staircase and I saw something move. It was a flash of white and black. I got scared.&lt;br /&gt;I climbed up the stairs, and went to my parents' bedroom. But the door was locked. I knocked on the door. No reply. I knock harder. Again no reply. "Mommy, Dad! I'm scared. Open up! Please!" No answer. I saw something again, and felt something hold my shoulder, but then I felt nothing. I panicked. "PLEASE! OPEN!" But they didn't even say anything. Not even an "It's Ok, Honey."&lt;br /&gt;I ran to my grandparents' room, and all of my 9 brothers and sisters' rooms. All locked. There was still one room I hadn't tried: my aunt's room, locked.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, something pushed me. I fell to the ground. Suddenly I heard crying, then yelling coming from the room next to me. It was the extra room. No one went in it, because it was full of spiders, dust, and mice. We sometimes used it for storage space. I went inside, and I saw our old rocking chair moving! The back of the chair was facing toward me. I got scared, but also curious.&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the front of the rocking chair, and screamed. In front of me was a girl I had never seen before. Her dress was grayish white and torn, and her hair was pin straight, tangled, and pitch black. She looked about 5 years old. She said,"Help me! He's coming! HE'S COMING! HELP! Do SOMETHING! HE'LL KILL ME! HE'LL KILL ME!"&lt;br /&gt;A man came through the door. In his hand he held a chopping knife. I started screaming again. The girl continued to cry, even louder. "HELP ME!" He started mumbling to herself, and walked even closer to us. "You useless child! My beatings didn't work for nothin' I am so glad I killed your pathetic mother!" He raised his chopping knife.&lt;br /&gt;I heard footsteps. MY PARENTS! The girl screamed, and they disappeared. My parents came in the room. "Are you done with your - What happened?" My mom looked terrified. I realized I was sweating, and screaming. "They... You... The door was locked! Why didn't you open the door?" My mom hugged me and said, "Lizzie, the door wasn't locked. It was wide open!" I never went into that room again, and every time I see a chopping knife, I think of that night.&lt;br /&gt;This story is a true story, I swear. I'm still terrified of knifes and I never stayed up so late again. It's been 23 years. I'm especially careful with my children, and always leave the door wide open. I never saw the ghosts again, but I have and always will have a vivid picture of them in my head. The thought of ghosts still haunts me.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&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/1946971555639426373-7703833823343046513?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7703833823343046513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/chopping-knife-and-ghost-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/7703833823343046513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/7703833823343046513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/chopping-knife-and-ghost-girl.html' title='The Chopping Knife And The Ghost Girl'/><author><name>Fathin♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475825325254674473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/SNo3sIXfuEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tE-uFDIjqgg/S220/PaTeNx+PeAcE+RoX!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-5585794888205212492</id><published>2009-05-06T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:54:41.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nur&apos;Aqilah. :D'/><title type='text'>Winchester mystery house. Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well,Hello. I see that you want a tour of this house? Let me give a tour. The name is Nur'Aqilah and I will give all of you a tour of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Winchester Mystery House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgJ99xo-anI/AAAAAAAAABU/MWJswb9cZ54/s1600-h/Winchester..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgJ99xo-anI/AAAAAAAAABU/MWJswb9cZ54/s320/Winchester..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332963409010780786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, this house was built on the 1883 by  Sarah Winchester was a heiress to the Winchester Riffles fortune. She had a husband and one infant but they were both killed, leaving Sarah a widow and a loooonely woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After their death, Sarah's New Haven house was apparently haunted. She was alone, of course. There were no maids because she was still depressed. Every night, she heard her nickname that her husband gave her and she also heard a crying voice every night, which came from the side of her bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She was wondering. Why did her healthy husband and her new and only child were dead. And were the ghosts calling her was her family? Sarah was never a believer until that happened and so she turned to a Medium for information. The medium told her that her husband and child was present, creeping around her home. They were there for a reason. Waiting for Sarah to die. She was scared, of course. Who wouldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sarah was told that a curse was on them because mostly, the spirits that wanted revenge was killed by the Winchester gun. They just wanted a home. That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And so, the medium told her to build a house on the west and Sarah did exactly that. She moved from New haven and went to San Jose, California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But of course, there was a catch. Sarah must continue to work on the house but if she stops... I know all of you readers can guess what the spirits will do. *Smiling Evilly*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And she did what she was asked to do. She bought a large parcel of land worked on it for more than 38 years. But she must stay there, even though she was missing her hometown, New Haven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgKuNuovUGI/AAAAAAAAABk/3jmn-f3JzT4/s1600-h/Seance+room..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgKuNuovUGI/AAAAAAAAABk/3jmn-f3JzT4/s320/Seance+room..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333016459640524898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some said that every night, she goes to the seance room above where she will call her family and other spirits, lurking around the house. She will ring a bell to call them and rang another bell to dismiss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;During the old days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgOPmDOCwYI/AAAAAAAAACE/-rU-zOPjQv8/s1600-h/Old+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgOPmDOCwYI/AAAAAAAAACE/-rU-zOPjQv8/s320/Old+days.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333264267598807426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Actually, the house was up to 7 stories high, but after the 1906 earthquake, the house or mansion or whatever is now 4 stories high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But the most oddest thing is the design of the house. Just look at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;OK, Sarah, Girl, I don't know what is up with you, but why do you need to put a door in the middle of the air? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgOLeudBkRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dubUvf8MhnM/s1600-h/Door+To+Nowhere..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgOLeudBkRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dubUvf8MhnM/s320/Door+To+Nowhere..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333259743718904082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There was staircase going to the ceiling and when I say ceiling, I mean, CEILING. No floor no windows. Look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgKtUJRz04I/AAAAAAAAABc/WkOWzOCgxmQ/s1600-h/Stairs+to+ceiling..jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgKtUJRz04I/AAAAAAAAABc/WkOWzOCgxmQ/s320/Stairs+to+ceiling..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333015470359696258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And look at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgOKsv1YXjI/AAAAAAAAABs/456pIS4u9Qg/s1600-h/Blaaah..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgOKsv1YXjI/AAAAAAAAABs/456pIS4u9Qg/s320/Blaaah..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333258885096037938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets count the jewel thing together, now shall we? Starting from the top. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve and thirteen.... This is getting creepy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for me, the oddest room. Whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgOLNSKm9oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w0U1BYkj80U/s1600-h/Whoa..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgOLNSKm9oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w0U1BYkj80U/s320/Whoa..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333259444067694210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her fascination of The Number 13 is unavoidable. People claimed that there are 13 toilets, the 13th toilet have 13 windows, 13 drain holes in the kitchen sink, the steps totaling to 13, the walls had 13 panes, the greenhouse have 13 cupolas and the the list goes on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah finally gave up on the house and moved back to New Haven. She was actually scared of the ghosts. And guess what? She died the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the Winchester Mystery House is a tourist attraction. Many of the visitors seen white orbs, fog like people and heard sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, look at the time. Our tour is over, my friends. There are a lot of other rooms but you can check it &lt;a href="http://mysteryhouseguide.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed this tour. Good day, and Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Walks away and vanishes into thin air.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Nur 'Aqilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-5585794888205212492?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5585794888205212492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/winchester-mystery-house-hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/5585794888205212492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/5585794888205212492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/winchester-mystery-house-hmm.html' title='Winchester mystery house. Hmm...'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgJ99xo-anI/AAAAAAAAABU/MWJswb9cZ54/s72-c/Winchester..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-6625898230015236352</id><published>2009-05-06T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T05:52:26.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nur&apos;Aqilah. :D'/><title type='text'>Stonehenge from United Kingdom.</title><content type='html'>Eheeem. Let me introduce to all of you readers.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THE GRRRREAT STONEHEDGE FROM THE UNITED KINGDOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgGCLO33vhI/AAAAAAAAABE/5HZI3JxIQCk/s1600-h/Stonehengee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgGCLO33vhI/AAAAAAAAABE/5HZI3JxIQCk/s320/Stonehengee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332686563265986066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgGB0DE6DoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7f-Nq1U7YW4/s1600-h/stonehedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgGB0DE6DoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7f-Nq1U7YW4/s320/stonehedge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332686164962446978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this incredible ring of stones were made more than 5000 YEARS ago! Theories supported that this was created by a late Neolithic people known as the 'Beakers'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These stones are located at a hill near Salisbury, United Kingdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you all must be wondering, why is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;a mystery. For me, its a mystery because this was made 5000 years ago! There was no modern technology, now are they? There were no bulldozers like what we have now. So, How did they carry the Bluestones from Wales which is about several hundred miles away from this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wales was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;place in the United Kingdom that have blue stones. And what amazes me is that, most of them weighs up to 4 tons!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgGBjrE2gHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T9APh5W7W_c/s1600-h/Stone+Hedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgGBjrE2gHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T9APh5W7W_c/s320/Stone+Hedge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332685883641856114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me give you an up close of the long stone on top of the four stones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgGC7ee2UuI/AAAAAAAAABM/f8vxSeiq8I4/s1600-h/stonehengeeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgGC7ee2UuI/AAAAAAAAABM/f8vxSeiq8I4/s320/stonehengeeeee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332687392089723618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And how do you explain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;??? I mean, carrying heavy stones from a far place is one thing but carrying the largest stone of the bunch on top of the stones??? Whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgGBR-u-CoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BRYlgi031X8/s1600-h/Sunset+over+Stonehenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgGBR-u-CoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BRYlgi031X8/s320/Sunset+over+Stonehenge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332685579681139330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, this picture and scene is the mysterious of them all. Look at the sun. It is exactly on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;middle &lt;/span&gt;of the stones. How did the Beakers now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;exactly &lt;/span&gt;where the sun sets? Don't you tell me its a coincidence! This is MORE than a coincidence.On one of the longest day of the year (which is Summer), as the sun rises and the sun appears behind the stones, the shadow cast by the stones creeps up the length of the stones and into the heart of the interior stones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creepy? I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Nur 'Aqilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-6625898230015236352?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6625898230015236352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/stonehenge-from-united-kingdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/6625898230015236352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/6625898230015236352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/stonehenge-from-united-kingdom.html' title='Stonehenge from United Kingdom.'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-cVXWPb9dCM/SgGCLO33vhI/AAAAAAAAABE/5HZI3JxIQCk/s72-c/Stonehengee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-7686323728387407267</id><published>2009-05-05T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:07:05.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nur&apos;Aqilah. :D'/><title type='text'>U.F.Os attended Obama's Inauguration ceremony? 0.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4ihzjuG_jQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4ihzjuG_jQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Hmm.. Creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;OK, so I'm giving a little summary for U.F.O. U.F.O stands for, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;U-Unidentified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;F-Flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O-Object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So, back to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, Barack Obama is the 44th president of the United states and the first black man to ever become a president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;This was shown on CNN just before the new president's speech. Weeks after the show was shown, people all over the country was confused by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Some said it was just a bird. But for me, its too big and some said it was an airplane, but I think its a little too fast, isn't it? OK, who am I kidding, it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you don't know what I'm talking about, maybe it helps if you watch the video. Hee. Hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, the high speed object flew behind the Washington Monument and then magically disappear into the clouds....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;What do you think the thing is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's been months now but people still haven't figure out what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, I guess it's still a mystery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Nur 'Aqilah is smiling mysteriously at YOU! MUAHAHAHA. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-7686323728387407267?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7686323728387407267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/ufos-attended-obamas-inauguration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/7686323728387407267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/7686323728387407267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/ufos-attended-obamas-inauguration.html' title='U.F.Os attended Obama&apos;s Inauguration ceremony? 0.o'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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-1946971555639426373.post-4884961288779819351</id><published>2009-05-01T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:06:10.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amalie'/><title type='text'>A strange mobile phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one day, my friend(not to mention her name) had bought a new handphone. The first one she showed it to was me. In the afternoon, she called me using her new handphone because she was bored being alone at home. We chatted for an hour. After that, she left her handphone in her bedroom and went to the kitchen to have lunch. Suddenly her handphone rang in an unknown ringtone. So she went to her bedroom and checked who was calling, but it showed 'no calls from anyone yet'. The she went to the bathroom to bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again her mobile rang, but this time the ringtone was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;very creepy&lt;/span&gt; in a beautiful way. She froze for a moment. Then she rushed to her room. And again nobody was calling. She felt afraid and decided to sold the mobile.&lt;br /&gt;scroolling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="scroll" direction="up" scrollamount="1" height="200" width="160"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#877382;"&gt;"very creepy in a beautiful way",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#CD7391;"&gt;how come her mobile has a creepy ringtone?,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#877382;"&gt;The mystery still remained unsolved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1946971555639426373-4884961288779819351?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/4884961288779819351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/strange-mobile-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/4884961288779819351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/4884961288779819351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/strange-mobile-phone.html' title='A strange mobile phone'/><author><name>xxAmaliexx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107759506330792695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhWu-Dh7fY/SeFjgVHScrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y48eNcfZu7o/s1600-R/winnie-the-pooh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-710319437797418680</id><published>2009-05-01T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:58:20.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amalie'/><title type='text'>Crying voice from a cemetry</title><content type='html'>This mytery is about someone heard a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; crying voice&lt;/span&gt; in a grave. Most of the people keep gathering around there especially in the midnight to find out who's crying. When they went there, they still can heard the crying voice but there was no sign where the voice came from  . But many people still curious about the noises? The noise also disturbed the people who lived nearby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-710319437797418680?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/710319437797418680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/crying-voice-from-cemetry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/710319437797418680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/710319437797418680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/05/crying-voice-from-cemetry.html' title='Crying voice from a cemetry'/><author><name>xxAmaliexx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107759506330792695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhWu-Dh7fY/SeFjgVHScrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y48eNcfZu7o/s1600-R/winnie-the-pooh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-8363559750933637210</id><published>2009-04-23T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:25:58.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathin'/><title type='text'>Elevator Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/poSYwC0jx5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/poSYwC0jx5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-8363559750933637210?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/8363559750933637210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/elevator-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/8363559750933637210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/8363559750933637210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/elevator-ghost.html' title='Elevator Ghost'/><author><name>Fathin♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475825325254674473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/SNo3sIXfuEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tE-uFDIjqgg/S220/PaTeNx+PeAcE+RoX!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-7013112249943057239</id><published>2009-04-21T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:26:30.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathin'/><title type='text'>Vampires,was it real??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you believe in vampires??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/Se2g_Mq423I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8HAfXVgvurs/s320/vampayer.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 107px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327090941842479986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   well umm,NOT this onee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/Se2g_eBHTRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eOUpe9mJG0U/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/Se2g_eBHTRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eOUpe9mJG0U/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327090946499104018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                     Here's the female vampires.(Pontianak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/Se2g_Jo_XCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Q7Sz6Iw3SQE/s1600-h/vampires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/Se2g_Jo_XCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Q7Sz6Iw3SQE/s320/vampires.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327090941029211170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They suck your blood,incase if you're a monkey who read this,let me correct-they sucks human's blood...I've heard that dead man's blood is their weakness,the poison that  hurt and weaken them.. Heres more info about these vampires....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::ORIGINS OF VAMPIRES::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Vampires are beings of folklore and mythology that basically exist by feeding off the lifeforce of humans and/or animals.Usually, they are “undead” or ressurrected corpses, who live off the blood of other beings. Most popular legends refer to the blood-drinking Undead in Eastern Europe, but many other various cultures and regions have similar creatures. Some are non-human, or animal, bats, dogs, spiders, et cetera. Vampires are an extremely popular inspiration for various fictional works discussed later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Vampirism itself is the act of drinking a human or animal’s blood. It is a form of cannabalism, however less often occurring, and is popularly regarded throughout modern fiction and legend, as a way to gain supernatural powers. Historically speaking, it was also a way to intimidate an enemy, for the opposing force to claim that they ate flesh or drank blood, and can reflect a culture’s spiritual beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The word vampire is widely distributed throughout various cultures and languages. The English word vampire, could have been derived from many possible languages, the most forestanding, the German “Vampir” and French “Vampyre”. The German word, vampir, is derived of its many similar variations in most Slavic languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The first recorded use of the word is believed to have been used in Old Russian, Upir, in a Book of Psalms, transcribed by a priest, in 1047 AD, who stated that his name was “Upir Iikhyi”, which means “Foul Vampire”. This was debated later, as it was the translated version of the name of a famous Swedish rune carver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In Babylonian demonology, there were vampiric beings called Lilu, and further back, in Sumerian legend, were Akhkharu, who would prowl the night killing newborns and pregnant women. The Jewish adapted Lilith from one of the demons, called Lilitu. There are vampiric beings in India, found in Sanskrit folklore, called vetalas; ghouls who inhabit corpses. The Indian religion Hinduism has various mythological legends of blood-drinking gods and goddesses, and also humans, considering reincarnation is a part of Hinduism, and one leading a sinful, or unclean life may be reincarnated as reanimated corpse attacking the living at night.  The Egyptian goddess Sekhmet became enslaved to her bloodlust after killing humans, and was only sated by drinking alcohol tinted to look like blood. The strix, appearing in Roman stories, was a nocturnal bird who fed on human flesh and blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;h1 class="main_title" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 1.6em; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(102, 0, 0); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 0, 0); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Becoming A Vampire&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There are three main ways to become a vampire; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;by birth,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;by bite,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;by death.&lt;/span&gt; The second is explanation enough in and of itself. A vampire bites and feeds from a male or female, and whether it is the result of recurring feeding or one incident of feeding that led to death, he or she then becomes on of the undead. According to folklore from different cultures across the globe, there are numerous signs that a child is born a vampire, or that a corpse has become one after death. There are signs that one might give that they have been bitten and are turning into a vampire, such as shying away from religious talk, or items, lessening hygiene and foul breath, have newly begun to sleepwalk, as well as anemic tendencies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Some of the causes for vampirism in a child are being born on certain holy days, new moons, or seasonal equinox, or being conceived on those days, born with a red caul on their head, too much hair, an extra nipple, two hearts. The habits of the child may also indicate vampirism, such as if it was weaned too soon, or if the baby continues nursing even after it has been weaned. Dying before baptism as a baby is another possible way to turn into a vampire infant. There’s also being born the seventh son of a seventh son; but this can also be taken as a good omen as well. Some reasons fall on the mother; if she stared at a vampire, or did not eat enough salt while she was pregnant, her child might be born a vampire. Other reasons are curses, either after the baby has been born, or while still in the womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;One can also become a vampire if certain customs are not observed after death. In some areas of Romania it is believed that burying a corpse face up will result in vampirism, while others remain steadfast that the only way is to die as a vampire’s victim. Improper burial ceremonies, no burial, as well as shadows falling across a corpse, the wind from the Russian Steppe blowing over a corpse, even having a cat, dog, or other animal jump over the corpse has been believed to be a certain cause of vampirism. Some believe it is the way the person dies that makes the vengeful spirit of the vampire linger, such as those were died violently, with murders that went unavenged, or even death by drowning. In other cultures, the actions of others dictate the vampire change in a corpse; some believe that stealing the ropes used to bury a corpse will cause the dead to rise, while others believe that if the corpse has a sleepwalking brother, it will come back as a vampire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="main_title" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 1.6em; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(102, 0, 0); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 0, 0); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Abilities &amp;amp; Flaws&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The abilities of a vampire are numerous, and naturally depends on what vampire is in what area, for one to know what kind of things they might be capable of. For example; many species of vampire are not know to be able to fly, however, the bruxsa in Portugal, the lansuir in Malaysia, and aswang in the Philippines all have the ability to fly. Other vampires native to cultures in different regions must first change shape to fly, which is but one more of their many talents. A vampire might turn into a dog, cat, bat, wolf, insects, and pests or rodents; anything to escape destruction. Many cultures believed that during the cremation of a vampire if you were to let even one maggot, or bug to escape from his corpse during the burning that he would have survived. Vampires also have the ability to defy gravity, in some cases, such as Count Dracula’s nimble talent of scaling walls like a spider, head down facing the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To invade locked doors, or escape in tightly cramped areas, the vampire is able to transform himself into a mist, or vapour, so that he can travel beneath doors or through keyholes. Others believed that he was able to reduce in size or dimension, so that he could slip through narrow spaces. The vampire also possesses great mental and physical strength; if he is not able to hypnotize his enemy, he will surely have the strength of several men to defend himself. Some vampires have the power to control other animals, making them familiars or servants, while others are able to control the elements. Some believe that vampires are responsible for crop failure, and bad harvests. The Balkan people, among a few other cultures believed that a vampire could have intercourse with a human female, producing their dhampir offspring. Many cultures believed that vampires naturally possess eternal life, or at least live very long lives. In India and the Ukraine, some species of vampire stole human organs, while the Romanians believed that vampires caused impotence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despite the vampires many numerous strengths, they also have many weaknesses that render them destructible by man, or skilled hunters. For example, many cultures believe that a vampire is unable to cross over a threshold that they have not been invited into. Others believed that vampires could not cross over running water. European cultures maintained the belief that vampires must sleep during the day, which  keeps them in a comatose state. The reason being for sleep during the day, is yet another weakness; vampires are unable to withstand direct sunlight. The vampire in many legends is vulnerable to Christian religious objects, as well as hallowed ground. Some cultures also believed that vampires must return to the soil of their native land in order to regenerate their powers, and to sleep. The other weakness, is that vampires are unable to see themselves in mirrors; this would not seem like a weakness, but was actually used to capture Dracula, in the film Dracula 2000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="main_title" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 1.6em; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(102, 0, 0); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 0, 0); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;How To Kill Or Defend Against Vampires&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As long as there have been legends of vampires, there have been methods by which to either kill them, or protect oneself and family from them. Before there was Christianity, however, there was still legends of vampires; what then of the use of holy symbols and idols to stave off the visits of a hungry undead individual? Before Christianity it was believed among the Balkans, Slavs, and other cultures indigenous to Europe that vampires were practically obsessive compulsive in their need for order. Some ways to deter vampires would be hanging a tangled net on a gatepost, or sprinkling tiny seeds, or grain outside the doorway. It was believed that the vampire would become so busy counting the seeds of untangling the net, that he’d forget his pray and become fixed on completing his or her task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Other non-religious ways to fend off vampires is of course, garlic; either wearing it, or spraying a thin mist mixed with water in the air, keeping it near for the scent, over doorways, etc. Keeping holly placed around the house is another technique, as is also keeping a log of juniper in a home. Ringing bells are even said to keep vampires away, as well as placing mirrors around a home or on doors, and also crossing over running water. Holy water, the consecrated sacrament, crosses, eating blood bread, drinking blood brandy, or even burying wine nearby are also supposed to be protection against vampires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Killing a vampire was accomplished by touching lead items to the gravestone of the walking corpse, beheading it, and/or hammering a stake through its heart. Cremating a vampire is also a surefire way to kill it, or piercing it with a blessed sword. Some Asian beliefs dictate that one can trap a vampire in its grave by sprinkling red peas, rice, roses, garlic, stones over where the body would lay in its grave. Others believe that immersing the vampire’s body in water will destroy it. Dhampirs, -the children of a vampire and human union, –are believed to have the ability to cast out a vampire, by simply commanding it, as well as having the ability to see them when they’re invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-7013112249943057239?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7013112249943057239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/vampireswas-it-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/7013112249943057239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/7013112249943057239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/vampireswas-it-real.html' title='Vampires,was it real??'/><author><name>Fathin♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475825325254674473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/SNo3sIXfuEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tE-uFDIjqgg/S220/PaTeNx+PeAcE+RoX!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/Se2g_Mq423I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8HAfXVgvurs/s72-c/vampayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-2656573488536348231</id><published>2009-04-21T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:25:13.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathin'/><title type='text'>Fairies &amp; Elves,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);  font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 10px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(21, 21, 21); margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; "&gt;A Look at Elves and Fairies&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div id="ggltxt" style="float: left; width: 160px; text-align: center; color: rgb(232, 147, 11); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width="250" height="347" alt="Fairies" align="right" vspace="15" hspace="15" src="http://www.trueghosttales.com/img/fairies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p   style="  font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yep! I am snatching up two more titles to place under my belt. Call me an Elficologist and a Fairyologist. Because I am going to give you, the reader a fast history lesson on elves and fairies. Have I ever hunted fairies and elves? Well sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; When I went to Ireland, I was looking for the elusive leprechaun. Of course I never found a leprechaun, but I did travel down fairy path at Dublin Castle. Then the most recent Mount Shasta excursion, in which a dozen paranormal investigators went looking for ghosts, UFOs, Bigfoot, the Last of the Lemurians and fairies. Dwarfs and fairies have been seen going in and out of the caverns near Mount Shasta (Read more about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trueghosttales.com/stories/mt-shasta-paranormal.php" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mount Shasta investigation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;). But, I believe these dwarfs and fairies have their origins to the infamous 'grays' of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trueghosttales.com/aliens/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;UFO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; lore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;There is a lot that connects fairies to UFO lore, let's look over some of the examples:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Fairy Circles could be interpreted in modern times as crop circles or UFO landing spots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Fairies are known to be mischievous at times. They have abducted humans. Grays are known to abduct humans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Fairies have been known to fly in lighted globes. Aliens man UFOs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Fairies are known to snatch human babies. Aliens experiment with human DNA and are responsible for false pregnancies. Aliens are known to create hybrids, half human and half alien species to populate their dying race.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Fairies cause temporary paralysis. Aliens also cause temporary paralysis. Fairies cause time loss and the forgetting of the abduction experience. Abductees of the 'grays' make claim to the same thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Fairies return their abductees to the point of origin. Aliens do the same thing. Some people say that fairies at times look reptilian. Some aliens are known to look reptilian.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Hmmm, is that a coincidence? To be truthful, I believe there is a connection between UFOs and fairies. I also believe that UFOs are connected to our Norse - Roman/Greek - Egyptian - Mayan - Aztec myths, but that's a whole other story. Let's briefly talk about elves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Elves and fairies on certain levels can be somewhat similar. My theory is that elves are a branch from the fairy bloodline. Elves originated with Germanic mythology. In fact if you travel to Europe, there are many people that still believe in elves. Elves were known as minor nature and fertility gods. They were looked upon as youthful and having great beauty. They are somewhat small in stature and have pointy ears. They are known to reside in underground places, caves, wells and springs. Some elves embrace the forest. In Germany's Black Forest it is rumored that a race of elves live in this mystical forest. Other reports from the Black Forest is about a man that was covered in fire, that actually flew from the forest trees to a church steeple. When the townsfolk tried to stone him, he flew away never to be seen again. Some people have called this man on fire, the Fire Elf. It is thought that elves are immortal and have magical powers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Since I believe Elves and Fairies are actually in the same family, we will look at the variety of fairies and elves, placed together conveniently for you the reader.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Altheia&lt;/b&gt; - She is the fairy of revelation. She is protector of criminals that harbor in deception and fraud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asrais&lt;/b&gt; - Are known to be small delicate female fairies. When these fairies are captured and exposed to sunlight, they will melt away into a pool of water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trueghosttales.com/stories/bean-nighe.php" style="color: rgb(232, 147, 11); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Banshee&lt;/a&gt; - When someone close in the family is dying, a Banshee, (female spirit) will make a wailing sound. This wailing sound is the signal that death is approaching.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue Ladies&lt;/b&gt;, Ice Virgins &amp;amp; Mountain Fairies: All are in the same family. They are the size of a wasp, in fact humans mistake them for wasps. They do not like humans touching their hair and will lead humans astray into the Valley of Forbidden Shadows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue Trolls&lt;/b&gt; - These are worker trolls, used by high command elves for slave labor. Note: Small blue creatures have been seen by abductees that are used for workers for the 'Grays'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boggarts&lt;/b&gt; - A breed of half elf and half fairy. These creatures were the same ones that gave a sleeping liquor beverage to Rip Van Winkle (written by Washington Irving), which caused him to sleep for 20 years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bogles&lt;/b&gt; - Villainous goblins that will do harm to liars and murderers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brownies&lt;/b&gt; - They love humans and their households. They are known to be benevolent and harmless. If anything, they are helpful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bully Bogey&lt;/b&gt; - Inspires brutality and oppressive actions. Known to have a fetid breath.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dwarfs&lt;/b&gt; - They are short, stocky and strong. They mature at the age of 3 and at the age of 7, they are old, bearded and gray haired. If they are struck by sunlight, they will turn to stone. They practice magical spells and potions that at times make them immune to daylight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dryads&lt;/b&gt; - Spirits that live in the trees. They prefer oak trees. Druids utilize Dryads for inspiration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elves&lt;/b&gt; - There appearance makes them look like a normal man or woman. Small in stature and have pointy ears. They are divided by the Seelie and Unseelie Courts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elvenkind of Shangri-La&lt;/b&gt; - A Tibetan mystical land that are guarded by the invisible Elvenkind of Shangri-La. These elves carry swords, spears and shields and will defend Shangri-La.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elven Warriors of the First Blood&lt;/b&gt; - They seek conquest of lands belonging to other little people. Their weapons are the bow and arrow, spears, swords, shields. They are able to go from our world into another dimension through a dimensional rift. When people see them on their horses, it looks like they are vanishing, when in reality they are entering another dimensional world. They are known to wear long flowing capes and frightening masks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filendieres &amp;amp; Spinners of the Night&lt;/b&gt; - They are average human size. They are known to punish the lazy. They will encourage people that work hard and give them strength. They appear as ghosts. They are seen as ladies of long white dresses, extremely beautiful, pale with blonde hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fir Darrig&lt;/b&gt; - (Pronounced Fear deang) They play horrific jokes that may cause a human to have a stroke or a heart attack. They can assume any visage they wish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flower Myrths&lt;/b&gt; - Harmless fairies that live off the pollen of flowers. They are mistaken for humming birds, until people take a closer look and see a human like creature with beating wings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gnomes - Earth Elementals&lt;/b&gt; - They live underground and guard the treasures and history of the Earth. Gnomes are wonderful metal workers, especially of swords and breastplates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goblins&lt;/b&gt; - Goblins are an uglier species of fairy. They are small and malicious, and usually band together as they have lost their abilities to operate independently. Usually they are controlled by a Mage for evil doings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gobbly Gooks&lt;/b&gt; - Small shadowy creatures that usually hide in human's closets and underneath their beds. They are known to enter your dreams and nightmares and will pull pranks on humans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gremlins&lt;/b&gt; - Tormented WWII pilots by messing with the mechanisms of their warplanes, causing some warplanes to crash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gwragedd Annwn&lt;/b&gt; - (Pronounced: Gwageth anoon) Are traditionally Welsh water fairies, who occasionally take human men for husbands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gwyllion&lt;/b&gt; - A Scottish water fairy. They are mostly seen as a hairy men or hideous female spirits who waylay and mislead travelers by night on the mountain roads. Mountain fairies like to sit on rocks on either side of a mountain path and silently watch people as they pass by.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helpful Hob&lt;/b&gt; - These little people help in the kitchen and love to eat bread and buns.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hobgoblins&lt;/b&gt; - Small, grotesque but friendly brownie-type creatures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hobbit&lt;/b&gt; - Fictional little people created by author J.R.R. Tolkien. See the books The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knockers&lt;/b&gt; (Buccas) - These creatures protect and look over the welfare of miners. They will even making knocking noises where rich ore can be located.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img width="92" height="195" alt="Leprechaun" align="right" vspace="15" hspace="15" src="http://www.trueghosttales.com/img/leprechaun.png" /&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leprechauns&lt;/b&gt; - They have a fond appreciation of gold and will horde gold away from humans. If you capture a leprechaun, they are commanded to grant you one wish and share their wealth with you. They can be tricky and can use your wish against you, if you don't command the wish correctly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mer-People&lt;/b&gt; - Also known as mermaids. They dwell in the water and are half human from the waist up and have a tail of a fish. They are mesmerizing singers who sometimes lure fishermen to their deaths (See the Lorelei of Germany that lured sailors to their deaths against the rocks of the Rhine River). Also called the Murdhuacha (Pronounced: muroo-cha) or Merrows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naga&lt;/b&gt; - They can appear as a cobra. When in human form, the female Naga is a graceful and elegant dancer. They will lure a male human to them with their dancing and swiftly turn into a cobra and strike a lethal blow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nang-faa &amp;amp; Phi-bird&lt;/b&gt; - They are tiny. Their skin is golden. They have jet black hair and are gorgeous womenfolk. Some of their body like arms and legs are made up of feathers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nymphs&lt;/b&gt; - Two type of Nymphs. The Nereids, which are tall. The Limoniades which are small and live on flowers. Other Nymph breeds are the Dyrads, who live in forests. They are 2 to 3 feet in height. They are known to protect trees.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pixies&lt;/b&gt; - Pixies can shapeshift to look like hedgehogs. They are mischievous fairies who enjoy playing practical jokes on humans. They also love to steal horses to ride.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phouka&lt;/b&gt; - Can appear in various animal forms and are considered to be dangerous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Primrose&lt;/b&gt; - Primrose fairy will touch certain rocks with a primrose and open gateways to fairylands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queen Brighid the Bright&lt;/b&gt; - She is from Tir Tairngiri - The Land of Promise. She carries a wand, one half of the wand will dealt out authority, while the other half will dealt out purity and justice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img width="171" height="211" alt="The Red Cap Goblin" align="right" vspace="15" hspace="15" src="http://www.trueghosttales.com/img/red-cap-goblin.gif" /&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Redcap&lt;/b&gt; - One of the most evil of the old Border Goblins. He lives in old ruined towers and castles, particularly those with a history of wickedness. He re-dyes his cap in human blood. Redcaps have been known and seen around the Tower of London.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shefro&lt;/b&gt; - Male fairies who wear green coats and red caps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sídhee&lt;/b&gt; (shee) - The name for fairies and their subterranean dwellings. A barrow or hill which has a door to a beautiful underground realm of the Tuatha or fairies. J.R.R. Tolkien used this concept with the Hobbit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sluagh&lt;/b&gt; - The Host of the Unforgiving Dead. The most formidable of the Highland fairies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spriggans&lt;/b&gt; - Are fabled to be ugly, grotesque and small in their natural state, but can inflate themselves to gigantic proportions. Spriggans are an infamous band of villains, skilled thieves, thoroughly destructive and often dangerous. They are capable of robbing the dwellings of humans, kidnapping human children and exchanging the human child with a repulsive baby Spriggan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tempestaries&lt;/b&gt; - They are gigantic to human size. They live in cloud castles and are known to eat Souffles &amp;amp; vol-au-vents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Willies &amp;amp; the Dancers of the Mist&lt;/b&gt; - They are the size of a 'sheaf of mist'. They are vaporous creatures and are known to eat mist. They can shapeshift to a doe or a swan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trolls&lt;/b&gt; - Have an aversion to daylight. They are frequently observed performing a curious lop-sided dance called 'Henking'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trows&lt;/b&gt; - Similar to the Trolls and have an aversion to daylight. They also perform the dance known as the 'Henking'. Trolls and Trows are perhaps cousins. Trolls have a flatter head, while Trows have a more angler head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Urisk&lt;/b&gt; - Is a solitary fairy who haunts lonely pools. He will often seek out human company, but his frightful appearance will scare off humans that come into contact with his kind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Water Fairies&lt;/b&gt; - Are the providers of food, nourishers of crops and takers of lives. They combine beauty with treachery and lethality. They can be friend or foe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wart Wogs&lt;/b&gt; - Grotesque elves that stand at 4 feet in height. They are known to have warts all over their bodies. When they touch a human, they will pass on the wart infliction to their human victim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Wind Banshee - A beautiful female elf that is invisible to the naked eye and will travel with the wind. When she stops and manifests in front of a human she will talk in a soft voice and tell the human about an impending disaster or tragedy that will occur in their life. She will then fade with the wind and vanish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yellow Blurker&lt;/b&gt; - Filled with negativity, known to enter your dreams and nightmares.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;At some point of time, I plan to travel to Iceland, an island that is filled with little people that live beneath the stones. In Iceland there are elves, lovelings, gnomes, trolls, huldufolk and light fairies. Icelanders take little people very seriously and when they think they are invading the space of little people, they will reroute a shopping mall to keep the little people happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;If you ever go hunting for little people, use my list to identify what kind of little people you are dealing with. You can then make claim that you are an Elficologist or Fairyologist that has the ability to identify and deal with the small folk you have encountered. Happy little people hunting! Bag one for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Copyright © 2007 Paul Dale Roberts, HPI Ghostwriter Copyright © 2007, Staff Writer Haunted America Tours and Hauntedamericatours.com Copyright © 2007 all rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-2656573488536348231?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2656573488536348231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/fairies-elves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/2656573488536348231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/2656573488536348231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/fairies-elves.html' title='Fairies &amp; Elves,'/><author><name>Fathin♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475825325254674473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/SNo3sIXfuEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tE-uFDIjqgg/S220/PaTeNx+PeAcE+RoX!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-6616237105101038932</id><published>2009-04-19T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:16:36.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathin'/><title type='text'>Bermuda Triangle,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay,here's my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; post about the informations I've prepared and arranged my self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The previous post is only a ghost story for you to relax your mind first..&lt;/span&gt;(wait a minute..you relax with ghost stories??weird.)..back to the topic!; I believe most of you ever heard of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BERMUDA TRIANGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right? and yeah,of course nearly all  of this info's are from the internet here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;::Bermuda Triangle, current home of dajjal?::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found this info from a forum of a website that discussed about the bermuda thing. Here's one of the discussion posted by someone from that site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ok, some of you may think i'm finally losing it but yesterday i was watching a documentary about the bermuda triangle, you know that place where many ships and planes are always mysteriously dissapearing and where possibly the ancient lost city of Atlantis sank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyways what kept springing too my mind was a hadith i'd read somewhere some time ago. Can't remember exactly how it goes, its fairly long but there was a sahabi traveeling by sea for whatever reason (can't rememebr) and i thinkk there was some storm and their ship got lost at sea. I think they crashed somewhere an island which they did not recognise and there was this huge man in chained up (description of the man in the hadith) and the man said i am the dajjal and soon i will be released ...... . I can't rememeber how the shabai then managed to get back but when he narrated the incident to muhammed (sallalahualihiwaslaam) he (sallalahualihiwaslaam) confirmed that indeed it was the dajjal he had seen/met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Can someone possibly find the exact hadith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;what do you guys think (any thoughts) the bermuda triangle is possibly where the dajjal is chained up at this moment....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This Idea is discussed in  Islamic way,but we're still not sure if its true or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The above information was only a very tiny puny of all the mysteries on Bermuda Triangle readers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let's observe another theory of Bermuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::How Does Bermuda Triangle Works?::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;You won't find it on any official map and you won't know when you cross the line, but according to some people, the Bermuda Triangle is a very real place where dozen of ships, &lt;a href="http://science.howstuffworks.com/airplane.htm" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;planes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and people have disappeared with no good explanation. Since a magazine first coined the phrase "Bermuda Triangle" in 1964, the mystery has continued to attract attention. When you dig deeper into most cases, though, they're much less mysterious. Either they were never in the area to begin with, they were actually found, or there's a reasonable explanation for their disappearance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" align="center" width="400" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://science.howstuffworks.com/enlarge-image.htm?terms=bermuda+triangle&amp;amp;page=0" style="color: rgb(0, 82, 136); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/bermuda-triangle-13.gif" alt="Illustrated map showing the location of the Bermuda Triangle" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bermuda Triangle covers roughly 500,000 square miles in the Atlantic Ocean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does this mean there's nothing to the claims of so many who have had odd experiences in the Bermuda Triangle? Not necessarily. Scientists have documented deviations from the norm in the area and have found some interesting formations on the seafloor within the Bermuda Triangle's boundaries. So, for those who like to believe in it, there is plenty fuel for the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;In this article, we'll look at the facts surrounding what we do know about the area as well as some of the most commonly-recited stories. We'll also explore the bizarre theories like aliens and space portals as well as the mundane explanations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;Many think of the Bermuda Triangle, also known as the Devil's Triangle, as an "imaginary" area. The U. S. Board of Geographic Names does not recognize the Bermuda Triangle and does not maintain an official file on it. However, within this imaginary area, many real vessels and the people aboard them have seemingly disappeared without explanation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;The Bermuda Triangle is located off the Southeastern coast of the United States in the Atlantic Ocean, with its apexes in the vicinities of Bermuda, Miami, Florida, and San Juan, Puerto Rico. It covers roughly 500,000 square miles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;The area may have been named after its Bermuda apex since Bermuda was once known as the "Isle of Devils." Treacherous reefs that have ensnared ships sailing too close to its shores surround Bermuda, and there are hundreds of shipwrecks in the waters that surround it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Enough for today then!=) I'll continue tomorrow with more and lots of great informations! Enjoy reading..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;Coming info..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Continuation of Bermuda Triangle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fairy Tale;;Vampires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another Ghost stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fairies and Elves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mystery Video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-6616237105101038932?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6616237105101038932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/bermuda-triangle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/6616237105101038932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/6616237105101038932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/bermuda-triangle.html' title='Bermuda Triangle,'/><author><name>Fathin♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475825325254674473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/SNo3sIXfuEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tE-uFDIjqgg/S220/PaTeNx+PeAcE+RoX!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-3107647261435630302</id><published>2009-04-19T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:26:26.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathin'/><title type='text'>It followed us home one day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This happened in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. My youngest son was born in September and my boyfriend at the time (Bill) and I decided to go to his parents house for the Christmas holiday so they could see the baby. We drove out to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, stayed for a week and were preparing to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Bill was in the room we had shared packing his stuff, I was in the living room with my two older kids ( my daughter was 2 my eldest son 4) getting their shoes on. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bill brought out his suitcase and asked why Toria kept changing her clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I asked him what he meant, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she was still wearing the same clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had dressed her in that morning. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He said that while he was packing he saw her run down the hall by the room; once wearing pants and again in a dress. We laughed it off, obviously he was seeing things, Toria had never changed her clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Everything was normal for about a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then one night as I was cooking I had the feeling of being watched.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I turned around and I was completely alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I went back to stirring the pot and again could feel eyes on me. For some reason I felt that it was a child watching me. I turned around again but the kitchen was still empty. This went on for 10 minutes. I just shrugged it off as being weird and ignored the episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That night after getting the kids to bed I was sitting at the kitchen table reading and drinking a glass of milk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark outline of a small child walking down the hall back towards my sons room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I got to the front room it was empty. I checked on the kids they were all tucked into their beds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About a week later Bill and I were sitting on the couch in the front room talking&lt;/span&gt;. We were talking about my daughter's new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“imaginary friends”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Her new thing was at lunch time I had to split her meal into 3 portions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;put them on separate plates, she said her friends were hungry.&lt;/span&gt; As we talked about this the babies mobile turned on, the boys room is off the front room. Thinking my eldest son was playing around and had climbed up and turned it on I went to put him back to bed. Entering the room I found everyone tucked into bed sound asleep, the mobile over the bed wound up and running. I stood there in the dark room for awhile, but never saw or felt anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As little things like this continued to happen Bill and I talked about how it really creeped me out. As soon as we discussed how on edge all the happenings had me on edge, they slowed down and then completely stopped. Well at least for a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;When the baby turned a year old we had a big party. It happened to be the last family functions that his great grandmother, Nan, attended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; She became real sick and passed away shortly after. She gave the baby a little stuffed dog that when you pushed the foot it repeated the lords prayer, we had placed it on a shelf above his crib. The shelf is so high up that I have to get a step stool to reach it. As Bill and I sat in the front room talking about how we were glad that Nan was at least able to attended his birthday party, we heard talking in the boys room. We got up to go check, as we walked in we realized it was the toy, repeating the lords prayer, still seated on the shelf. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This was the last incident to happen in our home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Story  by Jessica,California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-3107647261435630302?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/3107647261435630302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/hop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/3107647261435630302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/3107647261435630302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/hop.html' title='It followed us home one day..'/><author><name>Fathin♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475825325254674473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IumPEHWw4yQ/SNo3sIXfuEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tE-uFDIjqgg/S220/PaTeNx+PeAcE+RoX!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-6947276424595952896</id><published>2009-04-19T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:38:44.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salwa'/><title type='text'>Texas UFO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Three people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; suffer radiation burns after a fire-spewing UFO hovers near their car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SesV-4FLwYI/AAAAAAAAABg/P_iMNR27boU/s1600-h/ufo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326375154245943682" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 250px; height: 168px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SesV-4FLwYI/AAAAAAAAABg/P_iMNR27boU/s320/ufo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;On December 29, 1980, Betty Cash, Vickie Landrum, and Vickie's 7-year-old grandson, Colby, were returning home after dinner on State Road 1485, near Dayton, Texas, on the outskirts of Houston. At around 9 P.M., according to Vickie Landrum, they noticed a round shape bright light in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;For years Betty, Vickie, and Colby have battled with the government, trying to get clear answers about what actually took place that night. They’ve also fought against &lt;strong&gt;mysterious illnesses&lt;/strong&gt; whose symptoms appeared just hours after the encounter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;According to Vickie Landrum,Vickie and Colby were still suffering from nausea and what appeared to be severe cases of sunburn. Betty was in even worse shape. Her temperature was dangerously high and large red welts had appeared on her face and hands.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next four days, Betty's condition grew more serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                   The UFO have left it's mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SesWzo7wvzI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pv5TiqAAn3w/s1600-h/ufo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326376060712959794" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 250px; height: 168px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SesWzo7wvzI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pv5TiqAAn3w/s320/ufo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Three weeks later, she underwent treatment for acute radiation poisoning. Betty was in the hospital six weeks. She lost more than fifty percent of her hair and patches of skin on her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Betty, Vickie, and Colby continue to battle illnesses that doctors say could be the result of &lt;u&gt;massive radiation&lt;/u&gt; .The &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;UFO have left it's mark&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;exposure. Betty has been diagnosed with several types of cancer. She, Vickie, and Colby all have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;white blood cell counts that are far below normal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;After the UFO incident, Betty Cash was hospitalized for cancer treatments at least once every year. She died 18 years later at the age of 69. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-6947276424595952896?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6947276424595952896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/texas-ufo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/6947276424595952896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/6947276424595952896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/texas-ufo.html' title='Texas UFO'/><author><name>♀ńęŵä♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134699812417404512</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SesV-4FLwYI/AAAAAAAAABg/P_iMNR27boU/s72-c/ufo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-810437654460924619</id><published>2009-04-19T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T04:53:29.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salwa'/><title type='text'>Nazca Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who created the mysterious lines of Peru's Nazca plateau ?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The below picture is a drawing of a spider. It’s formed by a single line that starts and ends in the same place. But for what purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SesIISJAY3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/a8whVpOBTnI/s1600-h/nazca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326359922697331570" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SesIISJAY3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/a8whVpOBTnI/s320/nazca2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“… the images form an astounding body of work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SesOMjdf6kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/u0X5B_rAEwE/s1600-h/nazca1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326366593135929922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SesOMjdf6kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/u0X5B_rAEwE/s320/nazca1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who created these lines?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another drawing is of a gigantic monkey that could fill two football fields. More than &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;800 straight line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; shoot across the plateau. Laid end to end, they total 1,000 miles. Evidence suggests that the ancient Nazcas, famous for their ceramic art, inscribed the giant drawings between 1,500 and 2,500 years ago. However, the Nazcas left little behind that tells us the meaning of the figures or reveals how they were made. Nearly a thousand lines, geometric shapes, and figures are tattooed across the Nazca plateau. When they are mapped and catalogued, the images form an astounding body of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326367540253362562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SesPDrv5CYI/AAAAAAAAABY/c08wvJuubj8/s320/nacza3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;did this design help guide aliens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dr. Reinhard and other scientists believe that the plateau is an immense outdoor cathedral. But that theory still doesn’t answer how the drawings were created? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In the end, there are still &lt;em&gt;no answers&lt;/em&gt;. Those who created the wondrous artworks of Nazca have been dead now for centuries, buried in tombs that ring the plateau. Over the years, their bones have been carelessly scattered by grave robbers. However, the ancient mysteries of Nazca will in all likelihood, remain undisturbed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-810437654460924619?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/810437654460924619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/nazca-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/810437654460924619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/810437654460924619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/nazca-lines.html' title='Nazca Lines'/><author><name>♀ńęŵä♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134699812417404512</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SesIISJAY3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/a8whVpOBTnI/s72-c/nazca2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-2204433622337775860</id><published>2009-04-18T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:28:02.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salwa'/><title type='text'>Mysterious STRUCTURE!</title><content type='html'>Our environment is full of magical, mystical, and mysterious places that defy explanation. There are treasures yet to be found, stone carvings we don't yet understand, and architectural feats to be explained. Even as we live in what we consider to be the most technologically advanced society in all history, there are currently no air-tight explanations for most of the true wonders of our pl&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SeqnzPS8ZBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_m8jQFU3Bmc/s1600-h/EasterIsland3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326254008040186898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SeqnzPS8ZBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_m8jQFU3Bmc/s320/EasterIsland3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anet and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayan Civilization left behind incredible structures containing &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;precise calculations and prophecies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; regarding the exact &lt;strong&gt;date &lt;/strong&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;end of the world&lt;/strong&gt;........Do you know that date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A site being studied on the side of Mt. Ararat in Turkey may be the remains of the Biblical Noah's Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists are currently quietly investigating a site off the western tip of Cuba that some say may be part of the lost city of Atlantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know less about the bottom of our own seas than we do about outer space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-2204433622337775860?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2204433622337775860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/mysterious-structure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/2204433622337775860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/2204433622337775860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/mysterious-structure.html' title='Mysterious STRUCTURE!'/><author><name>♀ńęŵä♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134699812417404512</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SeqnzPS8ZBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_m8jQFU3Bmc/s72-c/EasterIsland3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-2653636363386434791</id><published>2009-04-18T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:53:08.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailatul Fadhilah.'/><title type='text'>A ghost... on the BED???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(54, 23, 0);   line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 31 years old, but back when I was 16 years old, I lived with my parents along with my two brothers (I'm a triplet), and two sisters in a New York City apartment Upper Manhattan. I was in my bedroom finishing up my homework. There was one math equation I could not figure out. Since my sister Pamela is a wizard when it comes to Mathematics, I decided to head over to her room. Her door was slightly opened and I walked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I saw a medium built guy, about 6 feet tall, sleeping perfectly on her bed. As I move closer, his eyes opened and gave me a blank stare. I freaked out and ran and noticed my sister was in the living room.I told my sister what happened. That 'boyfriend' was trying to scare me. "I don't have a boyfriend and I didn't bring anyone home with me." I grabbed her hand and lead her to bedroom, only to see he was gone. I know it was no intruder since the windows were locked at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;was a bit disturbed by the fact I had my own encounter with a ghost. Before this incident I was skeptical about ghost now I'm a believer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Story told by Audrey from New York City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-2653636363386434791?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2653636363386434791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/ag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/2653636363386434791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/2653636363386434791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/ag.html' title='A ghost... on the BED???'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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-1946971555639426373.post-5053652571732798861</id><published>2009-04-18T01:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:45:19.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailatul Fadhilah.'/><title type='text'>Girl in the Kitchen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(54, 23, 0);   line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;This happened a couple months ago. My father and I were in the living room watching a movie, and it was around dusk so we had all the lights turned off. I kept getting this really weird feeling that something was watching me, and I couldn't stop looking into the kitchen, because I kept imagining seeing monsters out of shadows and other kitchenware. One of the times that I looked into the kitchen, I saw a little girl, about seven years of age, standing there and staring at me. I looked away, thinking that I was imagining things again, but when I looked back there was a blue haze where she had been standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The next day at school I told some of my classmates about my encounter, and they told me that they had seen her, too. One of them had seen her at the park, swinging, then was gone but left the swing swaying slowly, a blue haze where she had been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Another asked me what she had looked like. I said that she was a little girl of about seven years, and that she had blonde hair and looked like she was from 1900-1930. My classmate said that she thought her name was Sally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I told a friend of mine about "Sally" and she said I was seeing things. The following day, she told me that it was around eleven and her parents were asleep, and that she was in the living room on the computer. She got a really strange feeling, and looked into the kitchen, which is separated from the living room by a low ledge. She told me that there was a little girl standing there, with blonde hair and a 1920's nightgown on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Another time, a friend of mine and I were in my room, and the lights started flickering. Light and dim, light and dim. I didn't see the little girl, but I saw the remainings of a blue haze...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This story was told by Darlene from Oklahoma, USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-5053652571732798861?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5053652571732798861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/girl-in-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/5053652571732798861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/5053652571732798861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/girl-in-kitchen.html' title='Girl in the Kitchen.'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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-1946971555639426373.post-3721330496685241989</id><published>2009-04-18T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:33:33.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailatul Fadhilah.'/><title type='text'>A Cry in the Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(54, 23, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Some people believe 13 is an unlucky number, but to me, it's grand. My 13th birthday was like the others, family gathered for the celebration, gifts were given and happiness was shared. It began around 8:00pm when my cousin Tiffany stayed the night with me, and her being 9 months younger. My parents dropped my little brother off at my grandma's and they were going to go see a movie. My cousin's been around more then me. Being us, we were on the computer goofing off on, when she thought she heard someone scream. I told her she was crazy and thought of it. She kept on telling me she could hear someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Me being the oh so smart one said, "Whoever is talking to my cousin would you shut it up!" Tiffany looked to me and told me they were mad. I still thought she was joking, so I said, "Yea, sure they are..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Later that night, my parents had come home and we were going to bed. We were laying in my bed when there was this horrid odor. We blamed each other for having gas. She said that it was me, but I told her it wasn't. Then, as I was about to see where the smell came from, there was a scream. It couldn't have been Tiffany, because she was sitting right beside me. We sat in the bed terrified of whatever it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We both looked to where we thought the scream had come from. She said the window and I said my T.V., both in the same area. I thought about getting up to see what or who had screamed, but I was too afraid of what it may be. Throughout the whole night, neither of us got much sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The next morning, we awoke and asked my parents if they heard anything last night. My dad thought we were crazy and said those scary movies got to us. But how, we both heard it? Looking back everyday I wonder, was it really just our minds playing tricks on us, or was it something more? Until now, we don't know the answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This story was told by Kayla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-3721330496685241989?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/3721330496685241989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/cry-in-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/3721330496685241989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/3721330496685241989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/cry-in-night.html' title='A Cry in the Night.'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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-1946971555639426373.post-7388176645323882097</id><published>2009-04-18T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:24:33.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailatul Fadhilah.'/><title type='text'>The Toys, Touch-lamp &amp; The Mans Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(54, 23, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;About 3 years ago, Hallie and her family moved into a new house. From the first week of moving into the house she felt weird, like someone was watching her. Things only started happening a year later when my mum gave birth to her baby brother. Hallie's mum got so many toys and teddies for her brother she had to put them in her brother's room instead of the lounge. That was when weird things started happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;She started hearing one of her brother's toys playing by itself. It is a plastic toy were you have to press a button down for it to work and start playing music. All of their rooms are quite close to each other so she thought her parents would be able to hear it too. But when she asked them the next morning they told her they hadn't heard a thing. It didn't happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A few months later, Hallie got a touch lamp for my room. She would be lying down watching a film in bed when the touch lamp would go on and off by itself on her cabinet. It would only happen about four times a week, but it got even worse. It now happens every day of the week. It happens about twice a night. She was not the only one who has seen this happen. Her older brother who moved out came around to watch a film in my room with Hallie, when the touch lamp started going on and off by itself. He looked really shocked and she told him it happens all the time. He told Hallie he thought it was probably a ghost. The weird thing is every time this happens the time is usually 5 minutes to midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Sometimes she will also wake up in the morning and feel like she can't move her legs to get up. She feel like screaming out but she can't. Hallie have this almost every morning now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;About a week ago, she stayed downstairs to watch a comedy film on TV while everyone was upstairs asleep. It started getting quite late and had just gone 12, when the bathroom light went off. It was weird because the bathroom light is a string you pull and when you turn it off or on it makes a loud click sound, which I did not hear. It then turned on again. I was so scared I got up from the couch turned the TV off and just as I was about to turn the lounge light off and go upstairs she saw a man's face in the calendar by the bathroom door. She was so scared she ran upstairs at full speed and got into bed. She just lay there in shock. The next morning she told her parents why she left some of the lights on downstairs (because she was scared to get too close to the bathroom) but they didn't believe her. Hallie now know not to go downstairs at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;She have tried to put it behind her. But she can't forget the man's face. It was just grey and staring at her. He looked old too with thinning hair. The lamp thing still happens but she just get up and put it back on again like she don't even care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh My God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-7388176645323882097?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7388176645323882097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/toys-touch-lamp-mans-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/7388176645323882097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/7388176645323882097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/toys-touch-lamp-mans-face.html' title='The Toys, Touch-lamp &amp;amp; The Mans Face'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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-1946971555639426373.post-5485456474836731628</id><published>2009-04-14T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:55:16.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salwa'/><title type='text'>Human face appeared in the kitchen?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SeXGUgM81JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ogIbMeaRobA/s1600-h/newa1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your reaction when an &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(135,115,130)"&gt;unexpected thing&lt;/span&gt; happened in your own &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY , i'm going to write an article about &lt;u&gt;weird&lt;/u&gt; things happened in Maria's house that made an entire family &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;u&gt;totally terrified&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This phenomenon happened at Belmez countryside near cordoba, Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Mrs. Maria wanted to prepare breakfast. All of a sudden a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;human face&lt;/span&gt; appeared on the floor. In a few seconds, the face &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt;. Maria considered it was her imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria's Consideration was wrong because the face appeared &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;But this time the expression in it's face was SAD and PITIFUL. This incident happened at 23 August 1971.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria's husband find many ways to stop it from appearing again but it didn't work at all. This strange human face still appeared but this time the face became &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;more sorrowful and it's eyes opened more wider than before.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;About the unexpected guest (strange human face),Maria had reported to the authority to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The investigation took one week to dig the underground. The investigator shocked when the interspace of rocks got skeletons. They belived that it were from the middle ages time. The skeleton than evucated and they immediately replaced the floor with cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SeXGBUclScI/AAAAAAAAAAY/U88Eeh4D93s/s1600-h/newa1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324879860406241730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SeXGBUclScI/AAAAAAAAAAY/U88Eeh4D93s/s320/newa1938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news about the mysterious face had spread. Everyone who lived near the creepy house would saw the sorrowful face. This weird phenomenon immediately made the professor to investigate this paranormal. They made investigation the whole area of the house but up until now there are no theory for this mystery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;marquee scrollamount="1" direction="up" width="160" height="200"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#877382;"&gt;"The face became more sorrowful and the eyes open more wider",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cd7391;"&gt;"up until now there are no theory....",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#877382;"&gt;' Mysterious FACE'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-5485456474836731628?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5485456474836731628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/human-face-appeared-in-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/5485456474836731628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/5485456474836731628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/human-face-appeared-in-kitchen.html' title='Human face appeared in the kitchen?!'/><author><name>♀ńęŵä♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134699812417404512</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2J5b8GRw3fc/SeXGBUclScI/AAAAAAAAAAY/U88Eeh4D93s/s72-c/newa1938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946971555639426373.post-2532161835390928166</id><published>2009-04-13T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:09:40.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salwa'/><title type='text'>Mysterious phone number</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do you ever received warning sms from anonymous or your friend or your own relative about no to pick up this red coloured phone number, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+62852731520946&lt;/span&gt;? There was a rumor in Indonesia that they was a group of black spirit tried out their newest black spirit spell. Whoever pick that strange number will die straight away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done some researched about it and the &lt;u&gt;mystery already solved&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authority have investigated that it was just a hoax. The police have detained the a group of teenage who send fake rumor messages to their friends. Then after that the rumor had spread to our country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-2532161835390928166?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2532161835390928166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/mysterious-phone-number_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/2532161835390928166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/2532161835390928166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/mysterious-phone-number_13.html' title='Mysterious phone number'/><author><name>♀ńęŵä♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134699812417404512</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-1946971555639426373.post-7142439592957514104</id><published>2009-04-07T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:52:38.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nur&apos;Aqilah. :D'/><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hello Earthlings. (Or Martians.. Or Jupiterians... We'll never know). Anyhow.. This is a blog that the 8 Science 2 girls created. It was our English teacher that wants us to do a blog as our project, so, why not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;And as you can see from the oh-so-cool link and oh-so-wow-ish name, this blog is ALL about mysteries. Any mysteries, actually! So for the next few months(maybe years), the girls of 8 Science 2 class of 2009 From SMPJNPHAB will post and post and post but only about MYSTERIES! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;These are the names of the beautiful, gorgeous and mysterious 8 Science 2 Girls:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1) Nur'Aqilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;2) Dk. Zahidah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3) Syazana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4) Sailatul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5) Salwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;6) Amalie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7) Merlelawati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;8) Syazwani Aqilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;9) Nur Amalina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;10) Fathin Khairunnisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So, I guess that's it for the introduction! Toodles for now! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946971555639426373-7142439592957514104?l=hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7142439592957514104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/hola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/7142439592957514104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946971555639426373/posts/default/7142439592957514104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenarenowwritten.blogspot.com/2009/04/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>Mysteriously beautiful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509240865144065078</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>
