<?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-9653277</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:53:51.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incredible MeK</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the Incredible Mek Blogspot. This is the homesite based on The InCMeK comics. Well, for those who has seen InCMeK, you'll get the point. For those who havent, allow me to explain. The Incredible Mek, created by GloNet Corporation, is a epic storyline comic written on loose leaf papers on those wacky times at school. Now it is bring towards online previewing, so all could enjoy it! So, Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9653277.post-110885043919281948</id><published>2005-02-19T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T14:00:39.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter XII - The Unexpected Events</title><content type='html'>It was just like that. Days after the Valentine day, i saw her walking in the corridor with Arnold(alias name). Unexpected events keeps on flooding and flooding me. Bursting my head day by day. I have great love for her. But it seems to be an unreplied one. She is the Primadonna of the school. Of course her companion must be top-notch and as valuable as her. I am sure a no match. I mean, look at me. A sad pathetic fellow with no face, no body no wealth. What am i worth of? I use to feel OK the way i am. But lately things gives me such a let down. I couldnt sleep a night without thinking about her. The first thing I think when I wake up will be "How is she doing?", "Where is She?" , "Will she come to school today?", "What Will I do to get near her?". And honestly, I even made plan if a miracle will happen and IF she is my gf, I would take her to anywhere, anytime and anyhow she wants it. I do not know why, no days will be spent without me thinking about her. I broke my heart twice already. First is when I found out that she already has a senior boyfriend. After they part, I felt great joy, without feeling sorry for her ex. Now she is bond together once again. Its Arnold(Cant say real name). All this stress made me eat and eat more. So that I hope it will go away in my slumber dreams. I am, as always, not satisfied by the way I am. And I never was, happy with my life. Just to think of it, My dad treat me like a 24 years old guy. He asks me to fix this, arrange that, analyze documents, manage business, run business errands, do legal properties stuff. All I could do is cram in my room, listening to musics that can enligthen me. Do you feel you know me already huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110885043919281948?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110885043919281948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110885043919281948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110885043919281948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110885043919281948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/02/chapter-xii-unexpected-events.html' title='Chapter XII - The Unexpected Events'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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-9653277.post-110726869074047393</id><published>2005-02-01T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T06:38:10.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter XII - The Idiot Between myself...</title><content type='html'>I'm glad I subcribed the puppies to her. Since then, It will be a new reason for me to visit her "Wanna see the growth of that dog". It has been a year since I know her. But still I havent confess my love towards her. But I was too late.It was after math class, (break time) I saw a man named Arnold(Sorry, no real names, but the first alphabet is correct!) walking with her throughtout the canteen. I was, suprised, and more like dissapointed to see that. They chat, they laugh, they joke together. Not only that, they hold hands. An official Symbol Of Relation. I stood on my knees(I really did) and run back to class. I cant concentrate on Physics class. I keep on thinking about her(shieett!! It was about Ruhmkorff's theory!). Home time I see them again, TOGETHER! I ran to my vehicle and close my eyes. That vehicles drives me further and futher on from sorrow, and brings me further and furhter on from her..... &lt;end&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110726869074047393?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110726869074047393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110726869074047393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110726869074047393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110726869074047393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/02/chapter-xii-idiot-between-myself.html' title='Chapter XII - The Idiot Between myself...'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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-9653277.post-110726862454568940</id><published>2005-02-01T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T06:37:04.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter XI - The precaustic Aftermath...</title><content type='html'>After thar valentine party, I was mentally shocked. One Thing I did'nt mention in the last chapter, I gave a chocolate cake to her before leaving the ballroom. The next day onwards, I began to continue my closure as usual; calling her by phone, disturbing her afterschool, hang-around and pretend to take extracurricular just to see her after modern dance. Unexpectedly, My dog (BoBo), gave birth to 6 puppies(sadly 1 died). They were named Hubble; Sakura; Sedna; and Milkyway. Hubble is the American Convoy Sattelite circulating in our equator. Sakura is the 2nd Japanese Surveillance sattelite. Sedna is the meteorite beside Quorar, and last, Milky Way is an Phrase in Galaxy(sort of black hole). I happen to offer devil one, but instead, she ask for another one. Its okiez, I still got two, thought I. I rush to the Vet to get those dog vaccinate, and wasted 500 grand of RP, which is an equal sum to 70 US dollars(FOR EACH DOG). I sent two, wasting 140 US Dollars.And of course, the taxi fee to My school (12 KM) aint cheap, it'll be another 3 US dollars for 1 trip, and 6 US dollars for 2 way trip. But hey, it is not actually being wasted, At least I get the word "Thanks..". Hearing that makes me feel satisfied, even though I wanted a kiss(as if):), so, its still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110726862454568940?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110726862454568940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110726862454568940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110726862454568940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110726862454568940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/02/chapter-xi-precaustic-aftermath.html' title='Chapter XI - The precaustic Aftermath...'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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-9653277.post-110726856398198982</id><published>2005-02-01T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T06:36:03.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter X - Love actually is...</title><content type='html'>I recently noticed that humans needs love to survive mentally. That love is indeed, one huge stuff to handle. As it needs various and many sacrifices; and I come to realize that, I will have to risk my career, and cope anything within, so far to losing everything. Mind not money if you love someone, as it needs to be thrown for a while. This thoughts gives me various brainstorming, such as, is she worth the shot? My friends keeps on asking me "Why not forget her? There are loads of other girls at school".. I thought, even though I forget her, and commence closure on other girl, the same thing will happen. I know NOBODY likes me, I am fat, ugly and happens to be stupid. So the same thing will happen, all my tireness will worth nothing. So thought I, love for me is just to admire someone. Truly, Ive seen her with other guys thrice, but still, by did I still hold upon my oath and loyalty to her? There is no point in changing persons, as the result will be the same for me, to see the person I love hang out with other guys, and see them dump each other and she will hang out with another guy again. Sigh, what a cruel fate I live on. I used to trust Confusius's sayings "Fate cannot be altered, but it can be changed meanwhile"... But now, I dont trust that anymore, same things keeps on happening to me. Neways, this is more like a speech, not a chapter,consider it as an extra^^. If u got comments and suggestions to make my life better, enter those is tagboards! THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110726856398198982?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110726856398198982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110726856398198982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110726856398198982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110726856398198982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/02/chapter-x-love-actually-is.html' title='Chapter X - Love actually is...'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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-9653277.post-110726834562220771</id><published>2005-02-01T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T06:32:25.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter IX- The Tears Of Valentine</title><content type='html'>All preparations meant to suceed the Valentine party was made. It was allocated in De Dining Restaurant, uphill in Kota Wisata. The party began at around 7:30. I made preparations with them ar around 1 pm; such as lighting locations, videocam locations, etc. Aight, all stuff is done. I enter the restaurant after taking a bath around 5 pm. After waiting half an hour, she came... Her hair was tied, she wore make-ups, also, (*The most interesting part) she wore TIGHT cloths.OMG! Can see the posture within. Afterwards, I took all pictures and videos. Actually, I meant to Confess my love towards her there; with all the sudden, a couple of college guys come and disturb the whole party. Theykeeps on talking to devil. Sigh... Its mustve be her new boyfriend. Thought I. I end up weak, holding my tears the whole party, where hence other laughed, I cry, between outside and inside, even my tears can behold, my expression cant. The tears of valentine's day has commenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110726834562220771?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110726834562220771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110726834562220771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110726834562220771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110726834562220771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/02/chapter-ix-tears-of-valentine.html' title='Chapter IX- The Tears Of Valentine'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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-9653277.post-110726809627137537</id><published>2005-02-01T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T06:28:16.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter VIII - Of all the King's Horses</title><content type='html'>Of all the King's Horses. Which is intented to "Of all the oppurtunities I have!". Usually, The Royal King's Horses are the most excellent of all, which questions me, why did I chose devil? Alright, back to the story&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is Coming, I, luckily, was selected as a staff. I am given a job as the technician. Devil was the staff too. As always, We arranged a day to gather and hold a survey on the location. It was wednesday. Due to lack of transportation, we marched trough the hills(somewhat) to the Valentine Spot so called "De-Dining". Its only around 700 metres from school. Along the hills, devil's friends, called themselves the broom'sbridge( somewhat a helper in a wedding) and called me and devil the bride and groom. I am INDEED VERY HAPPY. But I hold my laughter. After that incident, she began to act really snoobish, naive and sophisticated. I dont mind, shes still my type after all. I skip my extra curriculae activities for her.Of all the King's Horses, they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110726809627137537?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110726809627137537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110726809627137537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110726809627137537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110726809627137537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/02/chapter-viii-of-all-kings-horses.html' title='Chapter VIII - Of all the King&apos;s Horses'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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-9653277.post-110726799129352740</id><published>2005-02-01T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T06:26:31.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter VII - The Burden I suffer</title><content type='html'>Well, as you know, I've repaired all misunderstanding with her. Everything went better and better. But, Loving her is not easy, Like Honey Like Poison. First, It tooks heaps of cash to maintain my efforts for her. Secondly, Taxi's to her house is not cheap. Third, I will always return late from school, fourthly, My lessons are far away leave, I create more and more lies to impersonate her, and I dissapoint alot of my friends. So, Loving a girl is not easy, it is full of burden. Sometimes I wait for her to show up after modern dance class after school until 4:30 pm, just to greet her around 10 sec. Sometimes She didnt show up, until my transportation leaves me and i need to get a cab. Sometimes dealing with her brother's demands are hard. But its worth it, to see every smile of hers, to hear every laugther of her's. Many, many things keep becoming uncertain, why must I do this, The answer is, "For Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110726799129352740?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110726799129352740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110726799129352740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110726799129352740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110726799129352740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/02/chapter-vii-burden-i-suffer.html' title='Chapter VII - The Burden I suffer'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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-9653277.post-110553249794498341</id><published>2005-01-12T03:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T04:21:37.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter VI - The Trumphet of David</title><content type='html'>Yes, as indicated in the last chapter; she never did reply sms; and of course, I dare not greet her at school. Her friends started to look at me curiously. I hate being treated like this. This day is a big embargo of my relationship with her. Everthing went blank, as if I'm no allies of her, treated me as an unknown person. I waited weeks and weeks in despair. Suddenly, 14th January 2004, I sent an sms to her "Are u still mad at me?" I waited for five minutes, I know she wont reply, cause I've spent and 14US$ worth of sms, two times I did refill the credits in my cellphone. I lay back on my bed, writing sad poems on my laptop, and then with all the sudden, I hear an sms alert, IT WAS FROM HER! it says "aloha.". Then I sms back, "Are u still mad at me?" she replied in a few minutes "Who is mad at you?". My heart is thrilled. I called her immediately, she picks up the phone, Then I do a proper apologise. I was never this happy before, I felt this great releif... To Be Continued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110553249794498341?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110553249794498341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110553249794498341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110553249794498341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110553249794498341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/chapter-vi-trumphet-of-david.html' title='Chapter VI - The Trumphet of David'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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-9653277.post-110553248088426070</id><published>2005-01-12T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T04:21:20.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter VI - The Hell on Earth</title><content type='html'>Yes, as indicated in the last chapter; she never did reply sms; and of course, I dare not greet her at school. Her friends started to look at me curiously. I hate being treated like this. This day is a big embargo of my relationship with her. Everthing went blank, as if I'm no allies of her, treated me as an unknown person. I waited weeks and weeks in despair. Suddenly, 14th January 2004, I sent an sms to her "Are u still mad at me?" I waited for five minutes, I know she wont reply, cause I've spent and 14US$ worth of sms, two times I did refill the credits in my cellphone. I lay back on my bed, writing sad poems on my laptop, and then with all the sudden, I hear an sms alert, IT WAS FROM HER! it says "aloha.". Then I sms back, "Are u still mad at me?" she replied in a few minutes "Who is mad at you?". My heart is thrilled. I called her immediately, she picks up the phone, Then I do a proper apologise. I was never this happy before, I felt this great releif... To Be Continued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110553248088426070?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110553248088426070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110553248088426070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110553248088426070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110553248088426070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/chapter-vi-hell-on-earth.html' title='Chapter VI - The Hell on Earth'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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-9653277.post-110553037435851650</id><published>2005-01-12T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T03:46:14.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonus I - Hear me O Loved ones, I PROMISE</title><content type='html'>I may be a liar. I may lie too much. As what my friends, my family, and my enemies has spoken. Hence now on, I regret on My mistakes, and I promise not to lie again! From now on, let you, my cared ones, judge upon me, and I hope I gain support onwards my strike and crusade to enligthen myself, to create holiness in my heart, to be accepted by my friends, loved ones, and families again. I may lie to discreet other bigger truth that is better to be kept secret. Give me faith, O mighty Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110553037435851650?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110553037435851650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110553037435851650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110553037435851650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110553037435851650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/bonus-i-hear-me-o-loved-ones-i-promise.html' title='Bonus I - Hear me O Loved ones, I PROMISE'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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-9653277.post-110538249773582565</id><published>2005-01-10T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T10:41:37.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter V - The Contrast In Between</title><content type='html'>I arrived at school, Enter the class as usual. But then, one face is not as its used to be. Devil seems to be pissed. Worst of all, she seems to be pissed at me. Just looking at that will give you the creeps out of a lifetime. She was leaning at the door. As I enter, she said, "why you...". WHAT THE HELL DID I DO? Well, that turns my spirit tupsy-turvey till the rest of the class. With all the chaos, I went to the volleyball court at the school's backyard(This happens after school). Then, two males, including Yorland and Devil, approaches me. He seems, I mean, They seems pissed. Yorland called me, and so I came hither; he then began asking me "Why the hell did you spread a foul gossip!?!" I was shocked, thinking, WHAT *TIIITTT* GOSSIP DID I SPREAD! "What gossip?" I replied. He then shouted back "A stupid gossip about me and Devina as couples!" What the..!? Shieettt... What, When, How did I spread that gossip!?! Nevermind, I admit everything, so I won't create a havoc. He wants to box me, but I walk away. I gaze my bedroom's wall. I send hundreds sms to devil. None was replied. Was this the end of My epic adventure? To be continued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110538249773582565?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110538249773582565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110538249773582565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110538249773582565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110538249773582565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/chapter-v-contrast-in-between.html' title='Chapter V - The Contrast In Between'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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-9653277.post-110495074824513957</id><published>2005-01-07T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T10:48:48.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter IV - The peculiar feeling.</title><content type='html'>I stood on my knees, shocked to read the following sms. My mind was blank, in all absolute thoughts; none was revealed. Again and again I read these words written on the cellphone "Hey, I wanna' broke up with my current Guy, since I'm empty by then, will you take the empty spot?" That message was appointed to Yorland, of course, it's his inbox. Shocked, I fell into silence, all that was planned and was advised, seems as hopeless as a stepped dung. I felt like a sore loser. Losing everything that is to be achieved. For a moment, I lost my purpose to continue achieving. I felt a pain in the chest. This peculiar feeling keeps on haunting me, making my chest hurts. Making the CSI series movie to longer being interesting. The pain keeps soring on my breast. My adrenaline suddenly drop to minimum requirements, creating me a big headache, as if I'm drunk. This "high" feelings created me a strange experience. As my instinct react, This will be the moment I will not want to experience. Not ever. I began to hate myself, The Sophiticated me, turn to be the Low Bow me. For the first time, I'm broke my heart. As if it is tearing me alive. So, having enough for the day, I decided to call someone. Someone that I can always trust, beleive, and hope on to releive me. I treat her like my own sister, as I always taunt her, make her angry, and sometimes I hurt her Mentally(Hey, It was By accident! You know me and my big mouth). Lets call her Mrs.X. So, Mrs X picks up the phone, she cheers me up by telling there are other girls in this world. She said not to worry, and so I did, I'm releived( Well, Mrs. X, if you are reading this, Thanks alot! If there is anything need, call me ok? Put some comments!) At last, those sad thoughts were gone( not 100%). And I could continue the day! yorland leaves that afternoon. At last, being his host is worst than hosting 10 dogs(no offence)!&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I leave for school. Guess what, that day, has been the worst for me! Read Why at the next Chapter^^! To Be Continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110495074824513957?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110495074824513957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110495074824513957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110495074824513957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110495074824513957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/chapter-iv-peculiar-feeling.html' title='Chapter IV - The peculiar feeling.'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9653277.post-110469525639217966</id><published>2005-01-02T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T11:47:36.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter III - The Exhausting Nightmare</title><content type='html'>That night I took Yorland By the Cab, was indeed, a big mistake. I become a host for him to stay over my house. By Pete's Sake, I should've known this pathetic biatch person is a total jerk. We arrived at my house at around 10:30 pm, I welcome him first, and he repay me with a melodic fart with such stench. As he enters my house, he hops into my playstation without opening his dirty pair of shoes. I leave him unsupervised in the gaming zone room for about 15 minutes; Duh, I need to take a bath. And, as I stare back at my gaming room, he has taken the 1 week's snack and cokes supplies and consuming the coke directly from his mouth. ewwwwww... After 4 long hours, (it should've been morning by now.) He goes fatigued and went to MY BED( It's so disgusting cause he have'nt bathe yet). So, thought I, "WHERE THE HELL AM I GONNA SLEEP!?!?!" So I took the extra Blanket and grab the extra pillows. Sigh*.. what a sad day. All those tough luck is just the appetizer to the main course of the nightmare I was talking about. The Next day I woke up at 7 am. That jerk is still asleep. I stare at him closer, and ewwww... There is saliva on my pillow and bed, creating the whole map of Indian Coast.(This is Gross). I took my routines(Bath, make breakfast, clean the house) and it ends at 10 am. By that time he woke up and directly eats the pancake I cook. Not Only without permisson, but he eats MINE as well! OMG, this guy is just to gross to be true. When I went up, to the bathroom, I found that It STINKS LIKE HELL! He crapped without flushing the bowl.... Shiett... and his crap is so black and sticky that even the blue Napthanle that I place on the toilet water container couldn't flush his sticky shit off! I lost my appetite for cooking more pancake, As I imagined the pancake syrup looks the same as the thing I saw in the Toilet Bowl. After Finish cleaning, he rush into the bathroom, saying that he need to take a bath. Sigh*225. So I went to the living room and see his handphone rings. Its an SMS,  my reflect and deeds is to open the SMS. After reading it, I stumble into my knees, in trance, my mouth was open wide with hundreds of question in my minds. Wanna know what is written in the SMS? TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110469525639217966?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110469525639217966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110469525639217966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110469525639217966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110469525639217966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/chapter-iii-exhausting-nightmare.html' title='Chapter III - The Exhausting Nightmare'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9653277.post-110348047684905252</id><published>2004-12-19T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T10:21:16.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2 - The Steps I Took.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;      I began on several moves towards my closure. For example, I was on the swing, taunting her till' she rocks the swing; and when she was on the swing, I rock her swing back "Revenge" said I. We both has a pleasent time. There was once, this day, I asked to exchange pens with her.  She doesnt like the blue pen, so I rushed to the local stationary store to get a black pen so that the exchange will be successful. And it was, as it was planned. Her pen is the Buncho Gellito 0.5, and mine was Pilot Hi-Tec 0.3. Well, an unfair exchange, but, I have a stuff that she always hold unto. Har har....pretty sarcastic eh!?! Time goes on, as I was shocked by her invitation towards her birthday party, and of course, I accept. I prepare all my best suit, my best clothe and jeans. I even wear the most expensive cologne I own... The party has begun, I was elected to do the opening prayer, and oopps.... I can't pray in Indonesian Language... So I just blabber all the words I can throw, etc. All my plans towards her ends with a great success; until.... Everyone was home. My cab has just arrived. Her pal, a.k.a. Yorland, ask to stay over at my house. So, as a hostile person, I allow him to do so. She said "thank you" to me. That was the first time she said that. I enter the cab, not realizing it was the door to my nightmare..... TBContinued,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110348047684905252?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110348047684905252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110348047684905252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110348047684905252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110348047684905252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2004/12/chapter-2-steps-i-took.html' title='Chapter 2 - The Steps I Took.'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9653277.post-110326659888225049</id><published>2004-12-16T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T23:04:58.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little picture of her</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/2692/640/img000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/2692/200/img000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl I'm talking about. I wont disclose her name for certain policy,,, but at least you've seen her. Beautiful isnt it? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110326659888225049?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110326659888225049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110326659888225049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110326659888225049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110326659888225049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2004/12/little-picture-of-her.html' title='The little picture of her'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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-9653277.post-110325535652709981</id><published>2004-12-16T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T19:49:16.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 - The beginning Of the New Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi there... This Is MeK speaking.... And this few notes below will be My First Blog... Okiez... Lets begin... The Incredible Mek is an epic storyline stated in few episodes... Story of my life,, sort of.. and usually its being typed and written to be made in cute little books... okiez... begin in episode 1....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       It was this Sunny day... I was transfered to A new School... Which means new Friends, new environment... Aww.... This gonna sucks like hell.... And it was, as i expected my life is screwed up... After my first day at school, I sat at the bench, waiting for my transport to come. I moan and sighs throughout the day, until... This woman pass by,  her scent is just pleasenty uprising. Her hair is silky black, her glimse of her face entrance me, putting me away onto dreams for a minute. she is just &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!!!!! I decided to get to know her better, so I come closer and pretend to talk to my other friends.. With a sudden, i asked... "Who is that girl?Her voice sure is scary!" and so my friend laughs and told her what i said... She replied "As if you got a nice voice!" With a small quarrel we start, we end in introducing ourself... At last, a new point of interest in school. That was hence, the beginning of my new adventure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9653277-110325535652709981?l=irmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110325535652709981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9653277&amp;postID=110325535652709981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110325535652709981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9653277/posts/default/110325535652709981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmonkey.blogspot.com/2004/12/chapter-1-beginning-of-new-adventure.html' title='Chapter 1 - The beginning Of the New Adventure'/><author><name>MeK.D.RuFFY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03641039195389170174</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
