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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nggak&apos;s hidden temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>nggak's hidden temple, omake 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;This day is just like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;I take a sip of my drink&lt;br /&gt;I read a bit of some info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my monitor&lt;br /&gt;And look at the empty screen&lt;br /&gt;Awaits my imagination&lt;br /&gt;Awaits my creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I write my creation&lt;br /&gt;So I write my imagination&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of dreams and hope&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of happiness and joy&lt;br /&gt;All flows into the screen&lt;br /&gt;As I type to endless possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she appeared&lt;br /&gt;Extravagantly and elegantly&lt;br /&gt;Alluring and astonishing&lt;br /&gt;A girl with an unmeasureable beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Such beauty, why are you here?”&lt;br /&gt;“What would you want from me?”&lt;br /&gt;“I only have my words”&lt;br /&gt;“I only have my dreams”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know why I'm here”&lt;br /&gt;“You know what I want”&lt;br /&gt;“So why don't we have it now?”&lt;br /&gt;“So why don't we hesitate?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, yes...why should we hesitate?”&lt;br /&gt;“Why should we wait?”&lt;br /&gt;“Let's have it now”&lt;br /&gt;“Let's have it here”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she blew a PUNCH to my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;And another KICK to my lips&lt;br /&gt;I am engulfed in her GERMAN SUPLEX&lt;br /&gt;and I can feel her hand, CHOKESLAMMING me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have went this far”&lt;br /&gt;“We have went very far”&lt;br /&gt;“So shall we went even further?”&lt;br /&gt;“It would be very delicious I promise♥ “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;”。。。いや。。。おねがい。。そんあことをやめてください。。。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;“それが分かったら、あたしのかっこいシーンを書けるくださいね♥ ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”は。。。はい。。。もう少し待ってください。。。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;”あたしはそれを待っているよ、おねがいね♥”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-5461782828656680166?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/5461782828656680166/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=5461782828656680166' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>nggak's hidden temple, chapter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;You are in a state of shock. Your stun gauge is  at full, and therefore cannot do any action. Since you don't bring any  cigars or alcohol to relieve this pain, you can helplessly wish for  someone to hit you with something, which you think would definitely  hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it does hurt, as you get a boot to the head by Angeline. &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Wake up faggot we got some deep shit here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prompt to complain, "Ugh, I know I need some help recovering, but can't you do it gently?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then replied, &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt; And thus  another boot to the head flies unto your head. These series of actions  prompts you to think that her will would probably &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5kGUW6M7W0" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;consist of booting you to the head&lt;/a&gt;, especially if you suddenly become wimp.&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt; "If you want to stop me from doing the next good thing which is kicking your balls, you better look at what's in front of us,"&lt;/span&gt; she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then take a notice of your surroundings. You're still inside the  pathway, however you can hear a lot of smashing sounds. They came from  the path in front of you, which is filled with numerous sharpened bamboo  poles, coming from the floor, the celling, and the walls of the  pathway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's too many of those, we can't pass it!" you exclaimed.&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Ah,  you're the pathetic type I see, you can't even realize that you have a  girl as important as me that would certainly have plot armor to pass  such a despicable trap,"&lt;/span&gt; Angeline said. You can't help but  feeling insulted after that sentence, but you cannot do anything to  prevent that and therefore you can only say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[color=shiny color] "Ya, mau gimana lagi?"™ [/color]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which prompts Angeline to exclaim, &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"This  thing is getting bloody inconsistant on the language part dammit.  Although it's already pretty inconsistant in the first place." &lt;/span&gt;She then facepalms herself. "But...Angeline, how are we going to pass this?" you asked, despair-ly. She then shouts in vigor,&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt; "Simple! All we have to do i--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;brb, Tengenji Hiromi's Rule #34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;font-size:0px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Fuck!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Get your ass back here you fucked up author!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! You will not touch the PING AS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a LASER and I WILL USE IT if do not get back here in 60 seconds!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just leave that bitch alone for fuck sake, she's to busy with her red bike!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH DAMN SHIT THERE ARE STILL A LOT OF OTHER GIRLS WHO WEARS PINK OUTFIT OUT THERE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Screw the bike, you want to do it with the fucking bike too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ONE MORE TIME YOU SAID ANYTHING REMOTELY EQUIVALENT TO THREE TIMES FASTER I'LL CALL THE WHITE DEVIL I TELL YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not making any sense faggot, get your ass back here and start writing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you will not get any nor will I call any Na****, START. FUCKING. WRITING. HUGE. QUICKLY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO. You get this instead: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srXQYsMh5fs%22" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srXQYsMh5fs"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH FUCK, you're going for the white horse too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I don't bloody damn care about your sexual preferance upon a  bike, a horse, or any means of transportation, when the fuck are you  going to start writing!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO SHIT, not that reason again. You got fucking abundance of time, you can even do Crystal Abundance 7 times with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH FOR FUCK SAKE I'm quitting this job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the fuck I'll get the badass bastard part if this kept happening? You 're not paying me enough dammit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's just one chapter, ONE FREAKING CHAPTER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's why you should fucking write. NOW. Or else I'm quitting this job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AND I'M BRINGING THE THIRD MOON."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, no moar harem for you faggot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M GOING TO BLOW IT LIKE THE FUCKING DEATH STAR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO FUCKING SHIT, GET OFF THIS SHIP IF YOU'RE NOT WRITING ANYTHING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BAKUNETSU! TSUNDERE FINGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!1"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-2520534777043794951?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/2520534777043794951/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=2520534777043794951' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/2520534777043794951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/2520534777043794951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2010/09/nggaks-hidden-temple-chapter-6.html' title='nggak&apos;s hidden temple, chapter 6'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-8756145731551067182</id><published>2010-09-05T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:50:15.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nggak&apos;s hidden temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R-18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>nggak's hidden temple, chapter 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;author's warning!&lt;br /&gt;this chapter is rated R-18, advance carefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You step into the door, following Angeline from behind. The door leads  to a long pathway, with a few torches around to light the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you and Angeline walked the pathway, Angeline began to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" you replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you come here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You haven't heard the legend? Everyone wanted to come to this place you  know, the legend has it that this temple will grant fortune and power  to those who can find it here. It's like a--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Yes I know that part faggot,  I'm not asking that. I'm asking for your reasons. You don't seem to look  like a graverobber, heck, your face doesn't even look alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img710.imageshack.us/img710/9067/capture6t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment you facepalm'ed to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and you also not a megalomaniac either, so you're definitely not for the power, so what brings you here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Wait wait wait! The legend  doesn't say anything about power nor fortune, it simply says it's  important, don't make things up you faggot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline prompted to slap you in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you have become a failed troll. You have gained a  resurrection spell, but it's in another castle. And you can't find a  teleport pipe around either. Perhaps it's a good time to wish it was the  8-bit era again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh...well...I came here looking for answers and knowledge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"And, once you've found it, what will you do with it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to create a better future, a better tomorrow for generations to come. People will live in peace and happiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Hmph, naive, but I suppose it would be nice to have dreams like that once in a while."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And also, years to come, after their 12th birthday, girls won't ag--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Ok, we'll skip that part unless we want some more necessary violence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stayed in silence for a while for your own well-being. Then, you continue the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah! Angeline, how about--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, you're now going to ask why I came here and then I'll tell a story  about why I came here and it would include something incredibly random  and then you would be shocked to hear it and screamed like when a guy  lost his d***."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....eh?" You replied in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Sigh, guys these days are  extremely easy to guess. Alright, listen up. A while ago I received a  letter from my sister. It tells me a story like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 13 at 12:08pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Brrr, it's cold, but I have to find her, I must..."... See More&lt;br /&gt;just right before his consciousness fade, he saw a shadow of a girl holding an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Is that...really you..?"&lt;br /&gt;His consciousness fades afterwards, and a scream of the Girl can be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, the Guy woke up, and found himself inside a futon.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Urgh, where am I?"&lt;br /&gt;the Guy examines his surroundings, only to find to his shock that the girl he saw before is sitting right next to him&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Ah, it's you!"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Sssh, don't use up too much energy, you've just awaken"&lt;br /&gt;Guy:"But...it's really you, I've been looking all over for you, my love."&lt;br /&gt;Girl:"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "I wanted to see you, wanted to tell you something, I love you."&lt;br /&gt;The Girl's cheeks turned red when she heard those words and then she replied&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Ah....uh...but...why so sudden..."&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "I don't have much time to tell you my feelings before, I have to  leave at that time, but now, I don't want to leave you anymore, I wanted  to make you smile..."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "ah..."&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Will you love me too?"&lt;br /&gt;After the Guy said that, their faces are getting close to each other.  Then, their lips kissed each other and interlocked each other...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Ahn...uhm...yes...." The girl said while blushing bashfully&lt;br /&gt;The Guy then starts to unbutton the Girl's shirt, button-by button. Halfway, the Girl said&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "No....we're too young...."&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "But we do love each other, don't we?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Ah..." They kissed each other then the Girl said "uhn...okay"&lt;br /&gt;The Guy then continues undressing until he can see the Girl's breasts.  He then began to slowly massaging them and tickled their nipples.&lt;br /&gt;The Girl moans "Ah......Uh.....it...feels...good...."&lt;br /&gt;The Girl then holds the Guy's hands and said "I wanted to make you feel good too..."&lt;br /&gt;The Girl then began to move to the Guy's lower part of the body. She  slowly take off his pants and underwear. Then She began to slowly  sucking the Guy's penis.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Aah...uhn......you're very talented at this...."&lt;br /&gt;The Girl continuously sucks the Guy's penis. After a while, the Guy reached his climax and he yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then screamed out of shock. It felt as if a part of you has fell off. Which part? "That one", definitely "That one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"So that's why I came here, and that's why we should keep going forward."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you're still in a state of shock, Angeline dragged you once more towards the end of the pathway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-8756145731551067182?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/8756145731551067182/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=8756145731551067182' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/8756145731551067182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/8756145731551067182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2010/09/nggaks-hidden-temple-chapter-5.html' title='nggak&apos;s hidden temple, chapter 5'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-1859626008195923566</id><published>2010-09-05T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:49:21.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nggak&apos;s hidden temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>nggak's hidden temple, chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;You endured the dragging for quite a while. 15  seconds? 15 minutes? 15 hours? You are not quite sure for yourself. All  you know is that if you run into a wall you will die. The fact that the  song "Always" is echoing in the room is also not helping. The fact that  you're being dragged is even more unhelpful because as you know it,  tsunderes tend to slam guys into the wall at the most appropriate  timing. And there's also the fact that you don't know whether this girl  has a dere part or not, she could be a Tsuntsun, without any dere, even  though you know that characters like Shiina Mi****u is not that popular.  And you hope that you don't mix her name up with her sister's name  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that applies to the Robot Unicorn as well.  For a moment you think  about which part applies to that running thing but now you remembered  it's about walls, and no, not the Facebook counterpart of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for you, he's in the front, so he ran into the wall first.  Its head flew off, and then it stopped. Angeline then stopped too, and  nearly threw you into the wall, but you yelled "TODDLERGURO!!". She then  exclaims &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"WHAT THE FUCK, don't speak of that forbidden word you faggot!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You felt a slight relief, and an expected kick to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then examined the surroundings. It's a very dark room, you can't  look at the surroundings pretty clearly. You can, however, identify the  large gate-like structure that the Unicorn crashed into. A voice is then  heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, you thought it was a name of a certain game but you quickly  realized it's Bahasa Indonesia. You then pull out your note, and quickly  flip over the pages of it. The sound repeats itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you replied, "Buka Pintu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sound then said, "Siapa ini? Bicara sekarang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you checked your note and then you replied, "Sialan lu! Cepetan buka pintu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah! TAI!", you added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to the gate opening, the sound vanished instead. You kinda  hear a chuckle somewhere far but that's probably just your imagination,  like last time where you hear a song...ok, let's forget about that for a  moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline then slapped you in your face and then said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Who the fuck do you think you are!? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Stoz46AvSc" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;Nathan Drake?&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Although that game is kinda  awkward too, I mean, why the heck there are Indonesians in the Amazon?  That's just doesn't compute. It's not like they would find &lt;a href="http://yugioh.wikia.com/wiki/Amazoness_Trainer" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;Amazoness Kunrensei&lt;/a&gt; in there anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;author's note: Kurensei already had some ru--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;SHUT UP OR I'LL DRAG YOU ON A MOTORCYCLE YOU LAZY AUTHOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you wonder who is Angeline talking to, you collect yourself and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You hit me TWICE! My old man never hit me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline can then only facepalm herself to your response. You then  thought to yourself that the next time she tries to hit you in a  negative way, you can try to become "that certain pilot of a certain  mecha who said that his mecha is not for the show although the show is  based on his mecha" and avoid lethal injuries, just as long as you don't  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZkUVjvN2o0c" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;end up in a mudhole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Look,"&lt;/span&gt; Angline said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"We can just use this door in front of us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline then pointed at something in front of us, which is a door, a  wooden door. She then walk up to it and opened it with ease; it's not  locked nor trapped in any means possible. You facepalm'd to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Now, are you going to just  stand there and stare to my assets or will you follow me? Beacuse if you  do the first, I should turn you gay first, and you don't want to know  how I'll be able to do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think for a moment but Angeline quickly adds &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Without the genius part."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hastily follow Angeline afterwards, without any further thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-1859626008195923566?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/1859626008195923566/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=1859626008195923566' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/1859626008195923566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/1859626008195923566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2010/09/nggaks-hidden-temple-chapter-4.html' title='nggak&apos;s hidden temple, chapter 4'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-2605475395840747961</id><published>2010-09-05T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:40:23.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nggak&apos;s hidden temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>nggak's hidden temple, chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;After a brief moment of thinking, you come up  with a conclusion. You've decided that running away is not a good  option, as you don't know how fast that monstrosity can run. You tried  to communicate to that creature, gambling for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"W-Wh-Who are you?" you asked with a trembling voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/7151/capture2ow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  : "I'm just a simple duckling, mister. The farmer who used to raise me  died when he did a certain cannonball act upon a mysterious flying  person. So, the farm closed and changed into a theme park by someone  named....umm....Naga-something, I can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was thrown here a while back after some people picked me up  from that farm. They said there's a lot of food and shelter here, and  they will return next week. Is it next week yet, mister?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked at The Duckling in silence, while trying to hide your state of disbelief from your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/7151/capture2ow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  : "Ah, maybe this place isn't very good for talking, it's a little too  dark. Why don't we go to my home, mister? I have some meatbuns back at  home to eat, they're delicious" The duckling then extends its hand to  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEATBUNS! Your mind is suddenly filled with an &lt;a href="http://blazen.thecomicseries.com/comics/pl/31547" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;  you've seen before as you hear that word. Intense horror quickly fills  your mind and you try to find other ways to defend your life. You  crawled back, approaching the statue, then pull out one of the statue's  torch and said, "B-Back off! I have t-t-this, s-sh-shiny, fl-flashy,  b-b-bright, bu-burning stick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/7151/capture2ow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; : "Oh my, that sound very interesting, mister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then threw the torch to The Duckling's body. It then bounces off its  body and falls into the water, extinguishing it. The Duckling's body is  definitely not covered in flammable substance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/7151/capture2ow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; : "Tee Hee, that tickles, mister. Let's do that again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as you lost all hope, you hear a yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"TSUNDERE KICK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A silhouette of a person appears out of nowhere and kicks The Duckling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/7151/capture2ow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; : Uge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silhouette then lands on the ground and reveals itself; it's a girl  with short hair, short stature, but a large pair of...assets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reasons, this girl's text quotes are written in a different  color, you acknowledge that it means she's an important character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl then yells to The Duckling &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"DIE MONSTER! YOU DON'T BELONG IN THIS WORLD!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/7151/capture2ow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; : "Ack! A monster!? Where is it, miss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TRIBUTE!?! YOU STEAL MAN'S SOULS, AND MAKE THEM YOUR SLAVES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/7151/capture2ow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; : "Tribute? What is that miss? Is it edible?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"YOUR WORDS ARE AS EMPTY AS YOUR SOUL! MANKIND ILL NEEDS A SAVIOR SUCH AS YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/7151/capture2ow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"URUSAI!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/7151/capture2ow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; : "Huh? Pardon me mi--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before The Duckling finished its sentence, the girl yells once more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"URUSAI!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a punch to The Duckling's gut and a flurry of punches as the girl yells:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"URUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAI&lt;br /&gt;URUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAI&lt;br /&gt;URUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAI&lt;br /&gt;URUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAI&lt;br /&gt;URUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAI&lt;br /&gt;URUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAI&lt;br /&gt;URUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAIURUSAI!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;TSUNDERE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;HYAKURETSU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;URUSAI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;KEN!&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she exclaims as she delivered the final blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/7151/capture2ow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; : "Ugeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl then looks at you and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Quick! Hide behind the statue! That thing is about to explode!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that The Duckling has been severely punched multiple times, you  agree to the girl's suggestion. Moments later, after successfully  reaching the statue's back, your hear a loud explosion from the other  side of the statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's gotta hurt," you think to yourself. You then turn your attention  to the girl who is now beside you. "Wha--" The girl suddenly cuts and  said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Why the fuck you're just  siting there? You're A MAN! DO SOMETHING! Like fighting or some shit.  Gah, why the heck guys are so undependable these days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your jaw dropped in awe. Then the girl continues, &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Shut up."&lt;/span&gt; even though you haven't said anything. &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"I  know you want to ask my name, guys these days are just so predictable.  My name is Angeline Zalisbury Novaratia, and I am not interested in  normal humans. If there's any Ali--oh wait, that's not my line....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am here in search of a missing Novaratia family heritage, the  Votum Stellarum, it is supposed to be hidden in this temple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she finished her sentence, you can hear a song coming from the distance towards you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/4aKuirVm/2-11_AKATSUKI.html" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;The Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops, wrong track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSMeUPFjQHc" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;The correct one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the song comes closer, the source of the song reveals itself. It is a &lt;a href="http://games.adultswim.com/robot-unicorn-attack-twitchy-online-game.html" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;Robot Unicorn&lt;/a&gt;, dashing in majestically across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"Huh? That can't be!"&lt;/span&gt; Angeline exclaims. &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 53, 138);"&gt;"It's a Robot Unicorn! We must follow her!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then quickly grabs your hand. Before you have a chance to react, she  dragged you like a sack of potatoes, following the rainbow trail made  by the Robot Unicorn.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-2605475395840747961?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/2605475395840747961/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=2605475395840747961' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/2605475395840747961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/2605475395840747961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2010/09/nggaks-hidden-temple-chapter-3.html' title='nggak&apos;s hidden temple, chapter 3'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-5074570659888894210</id><published>2010-09-05T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:34:03.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nggak&apos;s hidden temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>nggak's hidden temple, chapter 2.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;As you approach the statue, you noticed that the statue also had some writings below it. You read those writings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 10, 2008 at 06:16 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ugly Duckling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once upon time, in a land far-far away, lived a duckling in a farm. He  was ugly, and think he is still is ugly until now! But I won’t further  myself ahead too much and let’s just enjoy the story. Now, this duckling  was mocked and insulted by the majority of the animals in the farm.  “Look it’s the ugly duckling walking, cover your heads, it’s going to  rain!” one animal said. “Look it’s the ugly duckling! Quick hide in the  bunker, a meteor is coming this way!” another animal said. But some also  praise him, like this one animal that said, “Ugly Duckling, I kiss the  ground on where you have walked! Hail Duckling!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Ugly Duckling was ugly, yes he was. He even met a mirror once and  asked to it, “Mirror-mirror on the wall, tell me who is the ugliest of  all.” The mirror replied, “Oh Ugly Duckling, yes you are Ugly. But there  is someone who is uglier than you.” The duckling was happy for a while,  until the mirror said, “That person is ME! Who have to reflect your  ugliness in me! HEEEEEEEELP!!!!” Soon the mirror grabbed a mace and  slammed it into himself, breaking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shame-shame, how pitiful was the Ugly Duckling. One day, he met a flock  of swans and decided to approach them. “Maybe I will turn into a  beautiful swan someday, just like in the in the storybooks.” he said. As  he approached the swans, he said, “Oh swans, may I join with your  group?” The swan whom he talked to was busy gossiping with her neighbor  so in the middle of the conversation, she said “Oh, what? Oh, you’re a  duckling dear not a swan like in the books. Close but no cigar duck.”  The duckling, disappointed, said with a low voice, “Does that means I’m  Ugly?” “Ugly? No, you are not ugly, even if you are not a swan dear….”  the swan said as she looked to the duckling closer. Suddenly, she  screamed on the top of her voice, and quickly flew away, leaving the  duckling alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Depressed, the duckling walked to the farmer’s house. He decided to fry  himself with fire and put an end to everything that had happened.  However, just as he entered the house, he found the farmer being scolded  by a mean looking man. The duckling asked that man, “Mister, why do you  scold Mr. Farmer?” Not even looking at the duckling, the man answered,  “You see kid this guy haven’t paid the rent for this land this month,  this guy is in serious trouble, kid” “But I have paid the rent fair and  square today…” the farmer pleaded, when he was cut by the man saying, “  Silence you fool! The rent has been raised!” The duckling, felt that it  was because of his ugliness, said to the man, “Is that because Mister  Farmer kept an ugly duckling like me?” “Ugly? Hah! You’re not ugly kid,  you’re just stuck in an ugly place that made you ugly…” the man said to  the duckling as he turned and saw the duckling. When he saw the  duckling, the man screamed to the top of his lungs, slammed his head to  the desk near him, then slammed his head to the wall before he threw  himself outside and ran away as quickly as possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Feeling even more depressed than before, the duckling went to the  kitchen, where he was stopped and picked by the farmer. The farmer  hugged the duckling and said “Thank you duckling~! Thank You! Thank  You!” for about OVER 9000 times. The duckling felt confused, and asked  the farmer why the farmer hugged him. He also questioned why the farmer  wasn’t scared of his ugliness. The farmer explained to the duckling that  he never thought that the duckling was ugly. “And besides, you have  saved the farm! It doesn’t take a handsome duck to do big things right?”  the farmer further explained. After that incident, the duckling was  accepted in the farm Animals once more and he lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel not-so-moved after reading this not-so-moving story, however  you take notes from them for your research. After finishing the note,  suddenly a huge splashing noise is heard from behind you. The noise then  stopped close to you and said "Hi mister, tell me, am I ugly?" You turn  yourself to the source of that voice and found a monstrosity roughly 5  times bigger than yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*intensifying music plays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/179/capture1bm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*intensifying music stops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/7151/capture2ow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; : "I rarely have visitors after I was thrown here, so I don't really know how I look right now, can you help me mister?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand still in fear. You try to analyze the situation and finally come up with 2 possible action to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Run like being chased by an angry mob&lt;br /&gt;- Try to communicate at the risk of being eaten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your choice will be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-5074570659888894210?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/5074570659888894210/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=5074570659888894210' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/5074570659888894210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/5074570659888894210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2010/09/nggaks-hidden-temple-chapter-25.html' title='nggak&apos;s hidden temple, chapter 2.5'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-6256565317867640192</id><published>2010-09-05T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:22:24.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nggak&apos;s hidden temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>nggak's hidden temple, chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;While exploring the temple,  you stumbled upon a small room. From outside, you conclude that the room  is tight, but very tall. Sensing that you are the main character of  this story and main characters do not die, you enter the room out of  curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you examine the room, you noticed that there is a large opening on  the top of the room. From that opening, you can see a bright cave  ceiling, indicating that there's a brightly shined cave up above this  room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing you noticed in the room is the presence of a red button.  There are words written on a large stone above the button that says "Do  not push this button". As you are a courteous and polite person, you  leave the button alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as you turn your back and make your way to the entrance, the  entrance's door shut close, trapping you inside the room. The doors also  have words written on it, and it says "Why don't you press the button?  Coward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling challenged by the writing, you turn back and pushed the red  button (after all, you don't really have much choices, as the walls are  too high to be climbed). Then suddenly, the stone above the button  falls, revealing the another writing-equipped stone behind it that says  "WTF? Why don't you follow the rules?" For a moment you felt so in  despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, you hear a sound of water running violently close by. Then,  before you knew it, water fills the room, and reached the level of your  torso. You took a deep breath and sink into the water as it rushes to  the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, you heard a song. As you concentrate more to hear that  song, you realized that it is "Kanashimi no Mukou E". Then, you quickly  realized that you are the main character in this story. You feel so  fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately, the paragraph above didn't happen. What is actually  happening is the water filled the room quickly, and sending you slowly  upwards to the opening above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you reached the opening, you jumped out of the water. However your  attempt to dry yourself completely ends in a failure, as water then  again fills the room, albeit this time, it's just at the level of your  foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin to examine the new area you've just entered. The area, as  you've suspected earlier, is a large bright cave. The light comes from  numerous torches on the cave's walls, but mostly comes from torches that  surround a large statue at the center of the cave. The statue looks  like made of stone and shaped like a giant duck with a huge crown on top  of his head. You approach the statue out of curiosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-6256565317867640192?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/6256565317867640192/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=6256565317867640192' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/6256565317867640192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/6256565317867640192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2010/09/nggaks-hidden-temple-chapter-2.html' title='nggak&apos;s hidden temple, chapter 2'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-7241124582086594890</id><published>2010-09-05T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:22:57.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nggak&apos;s hidden temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>nggak's hidden temple, chapter 1.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;When you're searching inside the dungeon, you stumbled upon a bright room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is filled with torches on its brick walls. On the center of the  room, lies a huge stone slab. On the stone, lies several writings  written in not-so-ancient language. You read the writings on the stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 21, 2009 at 10:14pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;font-size:18px;" &gt;nggak's rules of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am nggak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am nggak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am nggak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am not Judge Dredd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Therefore, I am not the Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="postlink"&gt;カードは、このままでいい&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Tsumetai yo, nii-san~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bybkLlNbaaw" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;MAKE IT MAKE MONEY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. SIRIUSLY, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ev65HdvIMiE" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;SHE IS MY WIFE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;a href="http://www.mangaupdates.com/series.html?id=26485" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;Double Arts&lt;/a&gt; should've been a good manga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. moe is everywhere, you just need to look harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. if no moe found, you can always find nggak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. #34 of teh internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. contrary to popular belief, you can (not) always find a Delicious Loli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. "Adek mau permen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the bone of my sword...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... we were so close...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Be a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tYi4cNhQZw" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;Nihon no Mikata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.if not applicable, you're allowed to become a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNxk_6JHIfw" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;Pop Star&lt;/a&gt; instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. ZA WARUDO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. 78 &amp;amp; 77 is switched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. to ride a super robot properly, you will require b00bs or MANLY VOICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. 100 seconds is long, actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. A cat is fine too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the white void.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the cold steel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the just sword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With blade in hand shall I reap the sins of this world and cleanse it in the fires of destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am Hakumen. The end has come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;240. Double Arts should've been a good manga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;255. WA WA WA WASUREMONO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;573. up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, Select Start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wondered what is the meaning of those words as you copy them down on  a note for further research. You explore the temple a little bit more  afterwards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-7241124582086594890?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/7241124582086594890/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=7241124582086594890' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/7241124582086594890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/7241124582086594890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-youre-searching-inside-dungeon-you.html' title='nggak&apos;s hidden temple, chapter 1.5'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-7390813725011304930</id><published>2010-09-05T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:23:04.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nggak&apos;s hidden temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>nggak's hidden temple, chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Year XXXX, quadruple X'es, better than Triple X'es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in the middle of a jungle inside nggakland, an island in  nggaksea, which is considered to be a part of Asia. (nggakcontinent got  nggak'ed during the last XXXX year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're hacking through the jungle, trying to find nggak's hidden temple,  a mythological building that is so important, that its name is written  in all lowercase. It is said that the one who finds this building, shall  br granted with...wait, that's not said in the myth, they just said  that the temple is important...or kinda important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Y amount of hours, where Y is stated as Y=((X%W)*T-Z/R+P)/0  &lt;--OMG, you finally found nggak's hidden temple. A loud MANLY echoing  voice is then heard  "Welcome, mortal, Faire de cette fleur de tremblement de l'amour. Tant  que vous êtes souriante à côté de moi, je n'ai besoin de rien d'autre.  Votre stratégie est assez rusé. Mais ne me tourmente pas, juste moi  chérissons."  You yell to the voice: "What the hell are you talking?"  The voice then said:  "My apologies, I thought you're French, you look kinda French, errr...or at least you speak kinda French"  You take the moment to think if you've said anything before yelling, then you conclude that the voice is just hallucinating.  The voice then said: "Anyway, welcome, to nggak's hidden temple, beyond  these doors lies a vast knowledge, filled with multiple-super-mega  combination of nggak-ness. However, I require a password to open these  doors"  You let out a sigh, and said "hmmm...."  The voice then suddenly said: "Very well mortal, your password is correct, you may enter"  You wonder what is actually the password to the temple as the temple  doors open. You finally thought to yourself "Now forget it' - 'Yo homes  to--". You stopped thinking before you Bel Air'd yourself and step  inside nggak's hidden temple.  A somewhat cool shining flash of yellow bright light followed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-7390813725011304930?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/7390813725011304930/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=7390813725011304930' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/7390813725011304930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/7390813725011304930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2010/09/nggaks-hidden-temple-chapter-1.html' title='nggak&apos;s hidden temple, chapter 1'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-8526951397432143327</id><published>2009-06-22T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:49:01.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerpen'/><title type='text'>The Fish Who Kept Growing</title><content type='html'>There once was a boy who longs for a pet goldfish. He tried this and that, here and there, but he never make he parents agree. He tried so hard, he never gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he found 10$ on the street. He said to himself, “This is must be my lucky day! I’m going to buy a goldfish with this money.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he found a shady store, filled with things in much galore. He asked the counter to buy a fish, and the man on the counter said, “Here’s a fish. Don’t give him too much food, or you’ll end up in big trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But the boy was so happy; he forgot the man’s words. He gave the fish too much to eat, about as heavy as a giant meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, something bizarre happened. The Fish grew up so big and quick. Bigger than the bowl, bigger than a cat. The boy panicked. He rushed to the garden and took a big flower pot. He put his fish into the flower pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the next day, the same thing happened. The fish is now bigger than the pot. Bigger, bigger, and bigger. The boy was shocked. He bought his fish into the kitchen and tried every single pot to fit his fish. But there is no pot that fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed and distressed, he went upstairs to the bathroom. He put his fish in the bathtub, and filled it with water. But the fish now quickly grew! By now, the fish was bigger than a dog, even bigger than a man! The boy screamed in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that the man who sold the fish arrived. “I knew it would be like this,” he said. So he did every kind of rolls to the fish. Front roll, backwards roll, duckroll, Rickroll, Bel-Air roll. And then the lights went out. BLIP! In about 10 seconds later, the lights went on again. BLIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what happened? The man was gone and the fish was back to a tiny fish that can fit into a fishbowl. The boy then promised never to overfeed the fish again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-8526951397432143327?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/8526951397432143327/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=8526951397432143327' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/8526951397432143327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/8526951397432143327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2009/06/fish-who-kept-growing.html' title='The Fish Who Kept Growing'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-941024286077704597</id><published>2009-06-22T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:46:45.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>The Tale of Two Kids</title><content type='html'>One day I saw two kids&lt;br /&gt;One building a car&lt;br /&gt;One building a plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; They both argued&lt;br /&gt;One said the other can't fly&lt;br /&gt;One said the other can't run&lt;br /&gt;Yells ensued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went separate ways&lt;br /&gt;They went away from each other&lt;br /&gt;Each pursued their own path&lt;br /&gt;Each pursued their own desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; Work Work Work&lt;br /&gt;Fix Fix Fix&lt;br /&gt;Build Build Build&lt;br /&gt;"Do not care to the other"&lt;br /&gt;They both grunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both finished&lt;br /&gt;They both succeed&lt;br /&gt;They're proud of their own selves&lt;br /&gt;They're ready to test their own selves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; But what did I saw, what did I see?&lt;br /&gt;The plane crashed into a tree&lt;br /&gt;But what did I saw, what did I see?&lt;br /&gt;The car rammed into a bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both cried, both yelled&lt;br /&gt;Both screamed in depression&lt;br /&gt;They've lost their pride&lt;br /&gt;They've lost their work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; They cried and ran&lt;br /&gt;They ran far away&lt;br /&gt;They ran without directions&lt;br /&gt;They ran without goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet they stare at the hills&lt;br /&gt;Yet they went at the hills&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to meet each other&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; And so it happened&lt;br /&gt;They met each other at the hills&lt;br /&gt;And so it happened&lt;br /&gt;They met each other in tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally, what did I see?&lt;br /&gt;They shook each others hands with free&lt;br /&gt;But finally, what did I see?&lt;br /&gt;They laughed at each other with free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; As they went to the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;I could saw happiness in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;I could saw smile in their faces&lt;br /&gt;For they have each other&lt;br /&gt;As friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-941024286077704597?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/941024286077704597/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=941024286077704597' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/941024286077704597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/941024286077704597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2009/06/tale-of-two-kids.html' title='The Tale of Two Kids'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-6017942772151728218</id><published>2009-06-22T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:44:44.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>EDEN -side WHiTE-</title><content type='html'>Is this the end?&lt;br /&gt;The end of the time?&lt;br /&gt;The end of the chance?&lt;br /&gt;Everything...is it over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; There are a lot that I've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Words had been spoken&lt;br /&gt;Questions had been questioned&lt;br /&gt;Promises had been made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe&lt;br /&gt;That there's still hope&lt;br /&gt;I want to trust&lt;br /&gt;That I can still go to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; Sometimes you torn my heart&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you hurt my heart&lt;br /&gt;But your smile had given me strength&lt;br /&gt;But your smile had given me hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stop now&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the end&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; I will hold to that hope&lt;br /&gt;I will stand on my gorund&lt;br /&gt;I'll reach to your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll reach to your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...how wonderful would it be...&lt;br /&gt;To live a happy life with you&lt;br /&gt;Ah...how delightful would it be...&lt;br /&gt;To share my love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; This love that you've ignored&lt;br /&gt;I will raise it in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I will keep it as my hope&lt;br /&gt;To get closer to your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, there will be hope&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, there will be chance&lt;br /&gt;And all because of one thing&lt;br /&gt;A thing called Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-6017942772151728218?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/6017942772151728218/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=6017942772151728218' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/6017942772151728218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/6017942772151728218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2009/06/eden-side-white.html' title='EDEN -side WHiTE-'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-3611258297117440828</id><published>2009-06-22T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:43:42.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>EDEN -side RED-</title><content type='html'>So this is the end...&lt;br /&gt;The end of the time&lt;br /&gt;The end of the chance&lt;br /&gt;Everything...is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; I had spoken too much&lt;br /&gt;I had spoken too much words&lt;br /&gt;I had spoken too much lies&lt;br /&gt;I had spoke too much questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe&lt;br /&gt;But you've misled me&lt;br /&gt;I want to trust&lt;br /&gt;But you've misjudged me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; My heart is bleeding&lt;br /&gt;My heart felt the pain&lt;br /&gt;Yet you don't seem to care&lt;br /&gt;Yet you don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it will stop&lt;br /&gt;It will end&lt;br /&gt;It will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; I'm through with this game&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being the fool&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this now&lt;br /&gt;I'll end it with blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...how wonderful would it be...&lt;br /&gt;To slice my sword to your knee&lt;br /&gt;Ah...how delightful would it be...&lt;br /&gt;To slit your throat with free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love that you've thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Will rip your heart and bones&lt;br /&gt;Will crush your brain and soul&lt;br /&gt;It would be pleasant isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, there will be bloodshed&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, there will be despair&lt;br /&gt;And all because of one thing&lt;br /&gt;A thing called "Love"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-3611258297117440828?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/3611258297117440828/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=3611258297117440828' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/3611258297117440828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/3611258297117440828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2009/06/eden-side-red.html' title='EDEN -side RED-'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-4673827483651797934</id><published>2008-09-18T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:29:45.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Breaking the Rotation</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I too played my own pinwheel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spins and spins&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doing the same rotation&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again, and again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;I’m safe in my wheel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;I feel Comfort in my wheel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;But, something…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Deep inside my heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Says no&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m a seeker of freedom&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hunger for freedom&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But…, I don’t know why&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;There is something…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Something that I seek&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Something that I want&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Even though I don’t know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Is it really what I want…?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time turns and Tides shifted&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deep inside my soul….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is someone I seek&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even if I don’t know it is good for me or not……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will keep seeking that person&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because to make her happy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is my happiness too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;So I will move from my wheel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;I’ll break free from the pins&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;And sang my prayer to God&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;To face a new journey&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Lies up ahead&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m coming my friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope you will be there&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;By : Joy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, this poem is actually quite old, 27 March 2007 is the production date of this poem...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it was currently sitting nicely in my computer, so I'll just post it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229466548417078422-4673827483651797934?l=varg-nggak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/feeds/4673827483651797934/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229466548417078422&amp;postID=4673827483651797934' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/4673827483651797934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229466548417078422/posts/default/4673827483651797934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varg-nggak.blogspot.com/2008/09/breaking-rotation.html' title='Breaking the Rotation'/><author><name>Nggak -multi style Nggak-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383417657710278600</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-5229466548417078422.post-3867293874333397044</id><published>2008-09-17T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T03:09:32.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selamat datang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opening ceremony'/><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Oh Hi! Welcome to my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may notice, Nggak is making a blog, and that's a rare case to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be pretty rare soon enough because Nggak seems to be OL very much on the net and he is bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus he wants to show you some poetry, and hopefully not a bad one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/english&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang pake bahasa Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat anda melihat blog ini, mungkin yang ada di pikiran anda, hmm, Nggak bikin blog? Preposterous! 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