<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8585983432030086265</id><updated>2024-12-19T11:29:53.597+08:00</updated><category term="horror"/><category term="belief"/><category term="darkness"/><category term="drawings"/><category term="faerie"/><category term="ink on paper"/><category term="photomanipulation"/><category term="wish"/><category term="Christmas"/><category term="aliens"/><category term="blood"/><category term="bullying"/><category term="coffee"/><category term="computer"/><category term="counting"/><category term="cracks"/><category term="death"/><category term="exception"/><category term="eye"/><category term="fire"/><category term="flies"/><category term="folklore"/><category term="friendship"/><category term="goblin"/><category term="hubris"/><category term="hunter"/><category term="karma"/><category term="laughter"/><category term="magic"/><category term="mirrors"/><category term="mug"/><category term="nemesis"/><category term="role reversal"/><category term="shoe"/><category term="smoke"/><category term="stairs"/><category term="steps"/><category term="superstition"/><category term="toilet"/><category term="updates"/><category term="wet willy"/><title type='text'>imaginagerie</title><subtitle type='html'>with an active imagination, anything is possible</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-2548002393462435865</id><published>2011-11-20T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:35:54.271+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="updates"/><title type='text'>Update to Combat Laziness</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been neglectful of this blog, so I have a few resolutions to follow: 

1. Post every 2 weeks, preferably on a Sunday. 
2. Write parts of the story every night to beat the Sunday deadline. 
3. Look for inspiration everywhere. 

Hopefully, these resolutions would keep me in line.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/2548002393462435865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/11/update-to-combat-laziness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/2548002393462435865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/2548002393462435865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/11/update-to-combat-laziness.html' title='Update to Combat Laziness'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-1245131043040538628</id><published>2011-07-30T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:18:46.180+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toilet"/><title type='text'>Out of Order</title><content type='html'>Thinking it gross to ask for her roll of toilet back, Jill said, “You can keep it,” and went out of the cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;
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As she was washing her hands, singing the Happy Birthday song, two maintenance personnel burst into the ladies’ washroom.&lt;br /&gt;
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The lankier man complained, “Dude, it’s just a stuck door. It’s been three days since it was reported. Why didn’t you just unscrew the hinges?”&lt;br /&gt;
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The other guy, noticing Jill, looked at her and apologized for suddenly coming into the washroom as he took down a sign saying “OUT OF ORDER.”&lt;br /&gt;
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With a sudden spine-tingling sensation, Jill fainted.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/1245131043040538628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/07/out-of-order.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/1245131043040538628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/1245131043040538628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/07/out-of-order.html' title='Out of Order'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-7091826445906663587</id><published>2011-07-12T01:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:20:00.971+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="belief"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="karma"/><title type='text'>Vicious Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.scenicreflections.com/media/517982/the_fly_Wallpaper/&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;285&quot; id=&quot;:current_picnik_image&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX96pEf-1nsdr28Gd4APab2vDOdfTAvSaSCLR8USmDaryLndif86A6mj_rIYqGjQTekZLAsZmafDmyZsHS4T2bDFdDl3UnxhdYXqPEloYl55M1tUgZCTik_nLDmKaq31tpI5otAdSyc0dY/&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
According to most Indian religions, we determine how our next life would be. Live right, and we’ll be born into a higher state of existence known as bodhisattva – the escape from the karmic cycle of reincarnation. However, live poorly, and it also turns the wheel of fate against us. Usually, it’s a price we’ll pay in the next life, but what if on one rare occurrence, a more violent, vicious cycle starts within a lifetime?&lt;br&gt;
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Live by the gun, die by the gun. This quotation applies to those who are so immersed into something that their lives revolve around it until their deaths. Criminals, for example, with the advent of guns, makes their living using guns but usually dies from a bullet shot right out of one. But what of little ladies that love shoes?&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/06/pink-stilettos.html#more&quot;&gt;Continue reading...&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/1002096095900161058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/06/pink-stilettos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/1002096095900161058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/1002096095900161058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/06/pink-stilettos.html' title='Pink Stilettos'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUFD8iQE6VyifdkxJac4AeEMww7Bhgyfc5eZaTd35ZG494NWOypMy8Mn190sbTAJBBOj1I9p7KWGV9JBpUqqF3jrVKy0Rjf6pvEgd6Ch_oluDKWJkhmsK5sgRhkZ-oSpbcIQgMNtEMOE7k/s72-c/tumblr_l9avtvmHcu1qdmrul.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-2974871374854283002</id><published>2011-05-04T02:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T01:45:01.986+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darkness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exception"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><title type='text'>Diana in the Darkness</title><content type='html'>Darkness. What’s the first thing that comes to mind? Death? Evil? Despair? Answering any of those won’t make a person any less; in fact, those answers constitute the norm. However, does the norm always hold true, or is it like the English language that has rules, and to each one, an exception occurs? Most probably, a girl named Diana would say that there are always exceptions. She’d say that it could be good, a refuge, a veil, or even a shield that could prevent evil from happening. If only should say it, but alas, her story would not allow her to do so. &lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/05/diana-in-darkness.html#more&quot;&gt;Continue reading...&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/2974871374854283002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/05/diana-in-darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/2974871374854283002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/2974871374854283002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/05/diana-in-darkness.html' title='Diana in the Darkness'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-5255334981528780140</id><published>2011-04-06T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T02:14:31.521+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="belief"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><title type='text'>When You Want It the Most</title><content type='html'>“When you want it the most / there’s no easy way out”&lt;br&gt;
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The song was subdued in the background as Giles was staring at his monitor.&lt;br&gt;
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He loved staring at his desktop wallpaper. It was Window’s default wallpaper – New Bliss.jpg. The deep blue hues in the sky made him feel calm and cool while the white parts of the clouds gave him a light feeling. The vibrant green of the field beneath made him remember his childhood, running around in a wide open space.&lt;br&gt;
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“How I wish I can be there,” Giles said to himself beneath a huff of a breath.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;Angelina, there are no aliens!&quot; said Juancho.&lt;br /&gt;
Irritated, Angelina exclaimed, &quot;Well, keep looking! I saw the orb land right about here.&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/7710530780703740963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/03/looking-for-aliens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/7710530780703740963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/7710530780703740963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/03/looking-for-aliens.html' title='Looking for Aliens'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRldXJH4AKb8QoINTuFtyEMxPGR3kMo7BAzOOwLHd9VEnVb2h9UAwOmsVzP3hJyIzF2wLE5ElvJkvxkPAYhrIkbEZtkA1-DlURyo_1gooGSGnvDpoEzP-rd7U0Sr186rM7Sy9x2aeIgVUN/s72-c/Out+of+the+Darkness+4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-6510217921441752163</id><published>2011-01-07T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:54:28.730+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darkness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goblin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photomanipulation"/><title type='text'>Out of the Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9WcdmUkeAiRJnHVbsRIp4Qs35LE-IHXaI4rvgDyk3uM60qh2V6zK4KyZfpub-kyNHKPx7JuiHxVb2XSMe427On3pJAiXoW0jUdPZkI21zxy8MimSSoXkLdtO5cHXKRi718Plm2Vy0whJ/s1600/Out+of+the+Darkness.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9WcdmUkeAiRJnHVbsRIp4Qs35LE-IHXaI4rvgDyk3uM60qh2V6zK4KyZfpub-kyNHKPx7JuiHxVb2XSMe427On3pJAiXoW0jUdPZkI21zxy8MimSSoXkLdtO5cHXKRi718Plm2Vy0whJ/s640/Out+of+the+Darkness.jpg&quot; width=&quot;512&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;There are no rats hiding in this cabinet, fool! Don&#39;t disturb me!&quot; screamed the goblin at Mark.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/6510217921441752163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/01/out-of-darkness.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/6510217921441752163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/6510217921441752163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2011/01/out-of-darkness.html' title='Out of the Darkness'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9WcdmUkeAiRJnHVbsRIp4Qs35LE-IHXaI4rvgDyk3uM60qh2V6zK4KyZfpub-kyNHKPx7JuiHxVb2XSMe427On3pJAiXoW0jUdPZkI21zxy8MimSSoXkLdtO5cHXKRi718Plm2Vy0whJ/s72-c/Out+of+the+Darkness.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-7995288755886442813</id><published>2010-12-25T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:07:05.130+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="magic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wish"/><title type='text'>A Christmas Wish</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s Christmas time, and a lot of magical things happen during this season. There&amp;#39;s that story about a stingy, mean, old man that was visited by ghosts. There&amp;#39;s that Glee episode where Artie, a paraplegic, was able to walk. I&amp;#39;ve even heard my mother say that most of her wishes come true during this hallowed season. These are all merry things, hence the greeting, but magic can also have its opposite, terrifying edge even if it&amp;#39;s the Christmas season. &lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-wish.html#more&quot;&gt;Continue reading...&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/7995288755886442813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-wish.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/7995288755886442813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/7995288755886442813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-wish.html' title='A Christmas Wish'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-177730884898668842</id><published>2010-11-30T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:49:07.132+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="belief"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cracks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="superstition"/><title type='text'>Belief</title><content type='html'>Most of the time, we believe what we want to believe. We believe that we’ve been betrayed, loved, or ignored. We believe that we’ll get rich if we follow some superstition or experience a bout of bad luck if we break them. We will believe anything that will tickle our fancy, and we’ll hold it as truth no matter what happens. Sometimes, we even believe the most unlikely of things, and with the amount of energy that we’d put into it, we give rise to concrete manifestations of our belief, and ultimately, create self-fulfilling prophecies. Myri and Nikki are exactly like that; they have different personalities, but each hold on so stubbornly to what they believe that they were both proven right in the end. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/11/belief.html#more&quot;&gt;Continue reading...&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/177730884898668842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/11/belief.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/177730884898668842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/177730884898668842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/11/belief.html' title='Belief'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-6195478544694688940</id><published>2010-11-30T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T02:23:26.553+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drawings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faerie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ink on paper"/><title type='text'>Dryad</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxGmInk6sbQIbHPc7KA7RbmLQqIQ7m8j4Bf4qcDf-o6lbcMgnC2naUKEDfFSDkail5wioam-3jy1c0ZYGUUoe9Vkaej54Go-QHaHtBVANgwMx4mABpmPP7NAlx8EnQ1FsdOjNDSPeI8bED/s1600/Dryad.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxGmInk6sbQIbHPc7KA7RbmLQqIQ7m8j4Bf4qcDf-o6lbcMgnC2naUKEDfFSDkail5wioam-3jy1c0ZYGUUoe9Vkaej54Go-QHaHtBVANgwMx4mABpmPP7NAlx8EnQ1FsdOjNDSPeI8bED/s640/Dryad.jpg&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Mark, are you seeing what I&#39;m seeing?&quot; asked Jason. &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Look, there&#39;s a woman hanging on the side of that big tree.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;What are you talking about? It&#39;s just a big moth,&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
Jason irritatingly replied as he tried desperately &lt;br /&gt;
to look for the path that they were supposed to follow home.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/6195478544694688940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/11/dryad.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/6195478544694688940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/6195478544694688940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/11/dryad.html' title='Dryad'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxGmInk6sbQIbHPc7KA7RbmLQqIQ7m8j4Bf4qcDf-o6lbcMgnC2naUKEDfFSDkail5wioam-3jy1c0ZYGUUoe9Vkaej54Go-QHaHtBVANgwMx4mABpmPP7NAlx8EnQ1FsdOjNDSPeI8bED/s72-c/Dryad.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-7935644234794351656</id><published>2010-09-27T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:11:44.123+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darkness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="folklore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hubris"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nemesis"/><title type='text'>Nemesis</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we are enamored by our own brilliance. We tend to over-estimate ourselves and tend to underestimate others. This is what the Greeks called hubris. Sadly, hubris also leads to nemesis. While thinking about these concepts, I chanced upon a scenario where one person was betrayed by what he thought was a brilliant plan. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/09/nemesis.html#more&quot;&gt;Continue reading...&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/7935644234794351656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/09/nemesis.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/7935644234794351656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/7935644234794351656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/09/nemesis.html' title='Nemesis'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-6058862964348357829</id><published>2010-08-30T02:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T02:22:20.156+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drawings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faerie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ink on paper"/><title type='text'>Yukino</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSX4mQMR3c7AsR-HWOu9ID1Spm34pdbyHRGQlssjJgFpJzCYGYl6EtsSa72Sxz5zzpDnsMCjmVCH_a_zgdHVoRD6SsQSNLKEsuNKwJ_xXw62olLpzftGqUqAAKJaCz57hDauvajBdEBHr/s1600/Yukino+Moro.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSX4mQMR3c7AsR-HWOu9ID1Spm34pdbyHRGQlssjJgFpJzCYGYl6EtsSa72Sxz5zzpDnsMCjmVCH_a_zgdHVoRD6SsQSNLKEsuNKwJ_xXw62olLpzftGqUqAAKJaCz57hDauvajBdEBHr/s400/Yukino+Moro.jpg&quot; width=&quot;352&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;What are you doing in the dark? Come with me, so that nothing else can hurt you,&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
said the mysterious woman that emerged from the dark winter night.&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/6058862964348357829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/yukino_30.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/6058862964348357829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/6058862964348357829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/yukino_30.html' title='Yukino'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSX4mQMR3c7AsR-HWOu9ID1Spm34pdbyHRGQlssjJgFpJzCYGYl6EtsSa72Sxz5zzpDnsMCjmVCH_a_zgdHVoRD6SsQSNLKEsuNKwJ_xXw62olLpzftGqUqAAKJaCz57hDauvajBdEBHr/s72-c/Yukino+Moro.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-5613905596093427117</id><published>2010-08-26T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:53:04.066+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hunter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="role reversal"/><title type='text'>Blood of a Hunter</title><content type='html'>Being a hunter seems to be a much-coveted role both in the animal and human world. It denotes that the hunter has more power compared to the hunted. However, can we always assume the same thing? What if the hunter is the unwitting prey of what he thinks is a seemingly easy meal? Last night, on my way home, I imagined a scenario where the role reversal -- the hunter becomes the hunted -- proved to reveal something horrific and fatal. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/blood-of-hunter.html#more&quot;&gt;Continue reading...&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/5613905596093427117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/blood-of-hunter.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/5613905596093427117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/5613905596093427117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/blood-of-hunter.html' title='Blood of a Hunter'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-3206859162885921550</id><published>2010-08-18T15:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:46:22.084+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smoke"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wish"/><title type='text'>Midnight Society Membership</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia,serif;&quot;&gt;We all want to belong. We strive to gain acceptance from our parents. We also try to look for a set of friends to click with. We even go through the proverbial hell just to be accepted. However, is it really worth it? Sometimes, this wish can come true -- with deadly consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/midnight-society-membership.html#more&quot;&gt;Continue reading...&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/3206859162885921550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/midnight-society-membership.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/3206859162885921550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/3206859162885921550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/midnight-society-membership.html' title='Midnight Society Membership'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-8532765342223279570</id><published>2010-08-11T11:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:39:52.061+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="counting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laughter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stairs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="steps"/><title type='text'>Counting Steps</title><content type='html'>After a power outage, one of my friends and fellow writing consultant, Noel, gave me a piece of useful information. He said, &amp;quot;Chad, did you know that when you take the stairs, just count 8 steps before a landing? Then, 9 before you turn, 10 again before the landing, and 11 steps to reach the ground floor.&amp;quot; I considered the information carefully, and I realized that it could be useful if I can&amp;#39;t see the steps. I just need to count them so I wont fall over, especially because of the phantom step effect -- you know, the falling feeling that people get when they assume that there&amp;#39;s an extra step when there&amp;#39;s really none. However, after further musings, I realized that it could also be a very scary thing, counting steps. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/counting-steps.html#more&quot;&gt;Continue reading...&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/8532765342223279570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/counting-steps.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/8532765342223279570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/8532765342223279570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/counting-steps.html' title='Counting Steps'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-761709363360258241</id><published>2010-08-10T13:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:51:08.801+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bullying"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wet willy"/><title type='text'>Wet Willy</title><content type='html'>Bullying is never good, but people invent millions of ways to bully the weak. There&amp;#39;s name calling, hitting, and humiliating others with pranks. There&amp;#39;s also pulling wedgies and throwing people either in the dumpster or in toilet bowls. However, one specific method of bullying inspired me to think up this scenario -- the wet willy. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/wet-willy.html#more&quot;&gt;Continue reading...&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/761709363360258241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/wet-willy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/761709363360258241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/761709363360258241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/wet-willy.html' title='Wet Willy'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-6090428183487624035</id><published>2010-08-06T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:07:02.863+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coffee"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eye"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mug"/><title type='text'>At the Bottom of a Coffee Mug</title><content type='html'>As a coffeeholic, I&amp;#39;ve looked for various kinds of mugs to cater to my coffee obsession. I&amp;#39;ve bought tall mugs, thinking that it can hold more coffee in it. I&amp;#39;ve also bought mugs that looked much like bowls because they were wider than they were tall. I&amp;#39;ve also bought some that are wide and tall, which seems to be my pick until I was able to imagine a hair-raising scenario. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/at-bottom-of-coffee-mug.html#more&quot;&gt;Continue reading...&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/6090428183487624035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/at-bottom-of-coffee-mug.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/6090428183487624035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/6090428183487624035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/at-bottom-of-coffee-mug.html' title='At the Bottom of a Coffee Mug'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585983432030086265.post-2009597868565512684</id><published>2010-08-05T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:52:46.330+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mirrors"/><title type='text'>In the Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Mirrors are curious objects. According to the Chinese, they can be portals that can be used by supernatural creatures. That is the reason why in decorating a bedroom, a geomancer will always recommend that mirrors are always covered or hidden. However, what can possibly happen if a mirror is placed in a public place that always gets used by people -- on an elevator perhaps? Obviously, creepy things can still happen when mirrors are involved due to the account of a young woman who saw a gruesome creature together with her reflection. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/mirrors-within-mirrors.html#more&quot;&gt;Continue reading...&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/feeds/2009597868565512684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/mirrors-within-mirrors.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/2009597868565512684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585983432030086265/posts/default/2009597868565512684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadbernal.blogspot.com/2010/08/mirrors-within-mirrors.html' title='In the Mirror'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267504487819258823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQgetC2kXwNlXHnVrYR09WDAOB2TWLaUriwvCRlPIlg-om3IRxZ8fv5gQ9b51_Sb-8pznKVDKlXKTZgUJxCNHKTc6f-nQA1e2VQBYwCN7rqqNeQZrFKtQQI1dz7vwRZU/s220/blogger+profile+pic.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>