<?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-8508405537126150759</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:11:34.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BH</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hobing</name><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508405537126150759.post-7451482868787720695</id><published>2008-07-28T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:01:50.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;    Money has the greatest influence in this modern day society as compared to other items. It is true that there are some things that money cannot buy. However, can one survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;    Money is indeed influential. Basic amenities such as electricity, food, petrol and a whole truckload of stuffs cost money. So, without money, can we survive in this world? People often complain of rising costs and the lack of income, those who are desperate eventually turn to loan sharks and petty crimes such as robbery and theft to solve their financial problems. Thus, this shows the power of money in influencing people.&lt;br /&gt;    However, having mammoth amounts of money does not guarantee that everything is in the person's grasp. It does not mean that the person can buy out the entire world. Take for example, happiness in life cannot be brought by money, neither can it buy good character. What is given by nature also cannot be brought with money. It is a better choice for people to seek fulfilment in life rather than seek huge sums of money.&lt;br /&gt;    Thus, I believe that however much money is important item in our lives, we should not restrict ourselves with just earning money to have a good life. Thus, life should never be influenced by money for glamour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-7451482868787720695?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7451482868787720695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=7451482868787720695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/7451482868787720695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/7451482868787720695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/07/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-1469721679794498745</id><published>2008-06-29T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:15:11.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Journal 4</title><content type='html'>Went for CO committee camp, had fun there. No use describing it cuz i already forgotten them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-1469721679794498745?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1469721679794498745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=1469721679794498745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/1469721679794498745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/1469721679794498745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday-journal-4.html' title='Holiday Journal 4'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-1280596157362483540</id><published>2008-06-29T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:13:45.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Journal 3</title><content type='html'>I have  forgotten to do my homework and I am trying to do it now. Here it is. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-1280596157362483540?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1280596157362483540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=1280596157362483540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/1280596157362483540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/1280596157362483540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday-journal-3.html' title='Holiday Journal 3'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-8414682602762577798</id><published>2008-06-29T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T05:45:44.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Journal 2</title><content type='html'>Had CO camp this week. Felt great throwing packets of gross factor at the juniors, Muhahaha....and now my eyes cannot even open. I am totally exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-8414682602762577798?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8414682602762577798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=8414682602762577798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/8414682602762577798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/8414682602762577798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday-journal-2.html' title='Holiday Journal 2'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-8257998180413048929</id><published>2008-06-29T05:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T05:37:21.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Journal 1</title><content type='html'>Why dont I feel jubilant now that the holidays have arrived? Rather than the usual hassle of going to school I feel couped up at home doing nothing but staring at the computer monitor practically everyday or trying to finish my homework. Is this the life of school holidays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-8257998180413048929?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8257998180413048929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=8257998180413048929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/8257998180413048929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/8257998180413048929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday-journal-1.html' title='Holiday Journal 1'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-7433732154472301943</id><published>2008-06-29T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T05:20:07.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 20</title><content type='html'>At the &lt;strong&gt;zenith&lt;/strong&gt; of his career, the &lt;strong&gt;idyllic&lt;/strong&gt; All Blacks rugby team captain,  Bobby King,  was &lt;strong&gt;omnipotent&lt;/strong&gt; and the 'untouchable' in the starting line-up. His &lt;strong&gt;jocose&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;candor&lt;/strong&gt; manner gained reputation in and out of the club. However, he somehow dented his reputation by being involved in a match-fixing scandal which saw him becoming one of the scums of the club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-7433732154472301943?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7433732154472301943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=7433732154472301943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/7433732154472301943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/7433732154472301943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/journal-entry-20.html' title='Journal Entry 20'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-7240072251069099325</id><published>2008-06-28T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:54:52.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite author</title><content type='html'>My favourite author is Clive Cussler. He masterfully produces fiction stories from real-life history and most of his stories are concentrated on oceanology which is pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Facts about Clive Cussler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He was born in Aurora, Illinois and grew up in Alhambra, California.&lt;br /&gt;- He attended Pasadena City College for two years and then enlisted in the United States Air Force during the Korean War.                                                                                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Married Barbara Knight in 1955 and they remained married for nearly 50 years until her death in 2003. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-After his discharge from the military Cussler went to work in the advertising industry, first as a copywriter and later as a creative director for two of the nation's most successful advertising agencies.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-6" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clive_Cussler#cite_note-6" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-As part of his duties Cussler produced radio and television commercials, many of which won international awards including an award at the Cannes Lions International Advertising Festival.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/8508405537126150759-7240072251069099325?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7240072251069099325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=7240072251069099325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/7240072251069099325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/7240072251069099325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/favourite-author.html' title='Favourite author'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-7419777044511204582</id><published>2008-06-28T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:16:20.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indolent&lt;/span&gt; and displaying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apathy&lt;/span&gt;, James was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the arms of Morpheus&lt;/span&gt; as the history lesson droned on. The usually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;garrulous&lt;/span&gt; self of him disappeared into a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pique&lt;/span&gt; as he tried to show his resentment to the history teacher who confiscated his handphone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-7419777044511204582?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7419777044511204582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=7419777044511204582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/7419777044511204582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/7419777044511204582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/journal-entry-19.html' title='Journal Entry 19'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-6876394475431214234</id><published>2008-06-28T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:36:53.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 18</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;revered&lt;/span&gt; Osman Atalin Obiang gazed around and was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insatiable&lt;/span&gt; with what he saw. The structure of the base camp which was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt; from all sides and was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out on a limb&lt;/span&gt; in its geographical position. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disgruntled&lt;/span&gt;, he shot dead his head engineer and appointed the latter's assistant to do the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-6876394475431214234?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6876394475431214234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=6876394475431214234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/6876394475431214234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/6876394475431214234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/journal-entry-18.html' title='Journal Entry 18'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-8147813583649705771</id><published>2008-06-25T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:20:08.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 17</title><content type='html'>When will the arts scene in Singapore ever reach its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pinnacle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? The rise of the arts scene will only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;culminate&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the changing of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damant&lt;/span&gt; mindsets of Singaporeans that pursuing arts in Singapore is not going to earn anyone a decent living. When one announces his or her dream to pursue arts, especially in the music sector, the person will most likely be impeded by an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;array&lt;/span&gt; of opposition, probably from his own family. Few things in life can be worse than being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bereft&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of the opportunity to pursue one’s own dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-8147813583649705771?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8147813583649705771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=8147813583649705771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/8147813583649705771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/8147813583649705771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/journal-entry-17.html' title='Journal Entry 17'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-2247376908677763374</id><published>2008-06-25T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:05:18.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Klasnico yawned. After a night of feverish fighting with the gangsters, he felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lethargic&lt;/span&gt;. While they remained tied up, he was confident that while this enterprise was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lucrative&lt;/span&gt; the chiefs would listen to him. Following a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebuke&lt;/span&gt; from his superior, Klasnico smirked in silence. A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; transient&lt;/span&gt;  surge of glee engulfed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-2247376908677763374?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2247376908677763374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=2247376908677763374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/2247376908677763374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/2247376908677763374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/journal-entry-16.html' title='Journal Entry 16'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-2903473435107379600</id><published>2008-06-25T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:58:05.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 15</title><content type='html'>The &lt;strong&gt;senile&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;deplorable&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;doddering&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sage&lt;/strong&gt; saw his past being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obliterated&lt;/span&gt; by the villages who were destroying his belongings and chanting his death. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-2903473435107379600?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2903473435107379600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=2903473435107379600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/2903473435107379600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/2903473435107379600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/journal-entry-15.html' title='Journal Entry 15'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-2416872007604773665</id><published>2008-06-25T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:54:19.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 14</title><content type='html'>Ryder Linko, an &lt;strong&gt;anthropologist,&lt;/strong&gt; had just stumbled upon a &lt;strong&gt;bizarre artifact&lt;/strong&gt; from a recent hike in Egypt.It was a mummified remnants of the King's body.His Egyptian guide told him that it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;imperative&lt;/span&gt; to violate the coffin as they believed that  it would bring bad luck but Ryder simply shrugged off the belief, claiming that it was &lt;strong&gt;absurd&lt;/strong&gt;, and unknowingly stepped onto a catch that locked up the chamber...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-2416872007604773665?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2416872007604773665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=2416872007604773665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/2416872007604773665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/2416872007604773665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/journal-entry-14.html' title='Journal Entry 14'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-2915917160391578894</id><published>2008-06-25T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:40:32.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 13</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;irascible&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maladjusted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pedagogue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;got his back up&lt;/span&gt; as he tried to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neutralize&lt;/span&gt; his rowdy class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-2915917160391578894?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2915917160391578894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=2915917160391578894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/2915917160391578894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/2915917160391578894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/journal-entry-13.html' title='Journal Entry 13'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-1807185420055450440</id><published>2008-06-25T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:12:11.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 12</title><content type='html'>Human in this modern world can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;juxtaposed&lt;/span&gt; with violence and abuse. From local bar brawls to large scale war, our world had never been a more peaceful place. This is perhaps due to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incompatibility&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;indifference&lt;/span&gt; of our society. People now live in the 'get up and go' attitude which have its advantages and disadvantages. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plight&lt;/span&gt; of developing nations are mostly ignored by other countries and perhaps this could lead to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prelude&lt;/span&gt; of world demise as we are globally linked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-1807185420055450440?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1807185420055450440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=1807185420055450440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/1807185420055450440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/1807185420055450440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/journal-entry-12.html' title='Journal Entry 12'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-4835699424374460737</id><published>2008-06-25T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:57:40.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 11</title><content type='html'>Guizot the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scion&lt;/span&gt; of the Royal family could not believe what he saw. The pampered prince, sloshed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fulsome&lt;/span&gt; praises and heaps of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opulence&lt;/span&gt; could not take the hardships of the sudden &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;materialism&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; destitution&lt;/span&gt;, a result of his father' s poor leadership.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-4835699424374460737?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/4835699424374460737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=4835699424374460737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/4835699424374460737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/4835699424374460737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/06/journal-entry-11.html' title='Journal Entry 11'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-536990851308839522</id><published>2008-03-30T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T07:44:28.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 10</title><content type='html'>Cronaldo, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extant&lt;/span&gt; professional footballer from Chad playing in the prestigious English Premier League had endured numerous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vicissitudes&lt;/span&gt; before achieving fame worldwide. He is widely known for his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puissant&lt;/span&gt; free kicks and the ability to adapt to new environments. However, would anyone believe that the famous Cronaldo once trained in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sultry&lt;/span&gt; conditions of his country and was frequently&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; reviled&lt;/span&gt; by his team-mates for being an ex drug addict?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-536990851308839522?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/536990851308839522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=536990851308839522' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/536990851308839522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/536990851308839522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/03/journal-entry-10.html' title='Journal Entry 10'/><author><name>hobing</name><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508405537126150759.post-3159970068028299359</id><published>2008-03-12T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:42:01.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Game Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Computer gaming. Is it a friend or foe?&lt;/span&gt; Why is it that parents and schools are strongly against their young ones playing the computer?  I believe that computer gaming will cause harm and that is not a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer gaming is becoming increasingly popular among children and adults nowadays as it is a form of relaxation and entertainment. For most people, computer use and video                        game play is integrated into their lives in a balanced healthy                        manner. For others, time spent on the computer or video                        game is out of balance, and has displaced work, school,                        friends, and even family, thus causing computer game addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some games are violent because that is what the the society prefer. Research &amp;amp; surveys indicated that  children prefer       violent video games involving human or fantasy violence. Very few kids       prefer educational games.  So it stands to reason that the more       violent the game is, the better it will sell. People are no longer       interested in simple animation, and educational games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some experts       believe that violent games are  means of interaction between       children. It can be a release of violence and aggression which they may       have within them. While many believe these games make children oriented       towards violence. Some also believe these games make kids  not compassionate       and insensitive towards death. Violent games are generally action packed and manufacturers of such games insist that their games Improve       coordination, reflexes, and skills ! A point which educational games       manufacturers disagree with. Violent games can hold children and even       adults spellbound in amazement. This can lead to them sitting  on       the computer for hours and hours sometimes leading to neck problems and       eye damage. Moreover, violent games may lead to a more violent society as people are more used to gory scenes with the high-definition monitors now available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, i think that computer gaming should be stopped before it can do society more harm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-3159970068028299359?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/3159970068028299359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=3159970068028299359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/3159970068028299359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/3159970068028299359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/03/computer-game-addiction.html' title='Computer Game Addiction'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-7542765696387017284</id><published>2008-03-02T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T05:04:34.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 9</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;megalomaniac&lt;/span&gt; dictator kept a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; restrictive fiat&lt;/span&gt; upon his people that prohibited  them from speaking their views of his laws and orders. It sparked off a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;legion&lt;/span&gt; of rebels eventually as his rules were extremely harsh and no one could speak out their anger and resentment. In the end a bloody military &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coup&lt;/span&gt; ended his reign and he was killed in the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-7542765696387017284?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7542765696387017284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=7542765696387017284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/7542765696387017284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/7542765696387017284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/03/journal-entry-9.html' title='Journal Entry 9'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-5128205589771170868</id><published>2008-02-24T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:49:46.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal entry 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peregrination &lt;/span&gt;was all Marcus wanted. He craves being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buff&lt;/span&gt; of nature and visit a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myriad&lt;/span&gt; of places of his choice. However, he had a mental illness that made him unable to control his actions.  In that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt; moment, he removed his clothes and headed towards his utopia dressed up in something only a nomadic tribesman would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deem&lt;/span&gt; fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-5128205589771170868?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/5128205589771170868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=5128205589771170868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/5128205589771170868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/5128205589771170868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/02/journal-entry-8.html' title='Journal entry 8'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-7961355368551790549</id><published>2008-02-23T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T05:54:05.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 7</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;labyrinth&lt;/span&gt; of the tunnel seemed to stretch for ages. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;murky&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fallacious&lt;/span&gt; passages yawned into another cave smaller but the same as the previous with even more openings to other caves. Renato and his navigator had only twenty minutes left to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;concoct&lt;/span&gt; a route out of this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enigma&lt;/span&gt; of caves in his hover car from being eliminated from the competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-7961355368551790549?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7961355368551790549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=7961355368551790549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/7961355368551790549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/7961355368551790549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/02/journal-entry-7.html' title='Journal Entry 7'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-4801580411673981043</id><published>2008-02-23T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T05:57:29.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 6</title><content type='html'>He was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;antithesis&lt;/span&gt; of his brother, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frugal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;altruistic&lt;/span&gt;, he spent most of his time with friends and socialising with people. He was not a person of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cupidity&lt;/span&gt; and have the ability to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bricks without straw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-4801580411673981043?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/4801580411673981043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=4801580411673981043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/4801580411673981043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/4801580411673981043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/02/journal-entry-6.html' title='Journal Entry 6'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-3782148482271211786</id><published>2008-02-23T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:11:09.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 5</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;liquidation&lt;/span&gt; of his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;accomplice&lt;/span&gt; was essential. John had sabotaged him to the point where he could not accept. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;invalidation&lt;/span&gt; of his syndicate's credit card was the last straw. In the midst of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asperity&lt;/span&gt;, he grabbed John by the neck and hammered the latter's head hard on the cold hard concrete floor. John was dead, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complicity&lt;/span&gt; was over, his days as a fugitive had now began.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-3782148482271211786?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/3782148482271211786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=3782148482271211786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/3782148482271211786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/3782148482271211786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/02/journal-entry-5.html' title='Journal Entry 5'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-2533760587092105682</id><published>2008-02-03T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:39:34.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mammoth&lt;/span&gt; tanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;razed&lt;/span&gt; the soldiers' ranks. Every soldier however, held their line even though &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lethal&lt;/span&gt; bullets sprayed everywhere. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incisive&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stentorian&lt;/span&gt; cracks rang throughout the battlefield as the soldiers fought their heart out for the sake of their country's pride.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8508405537126150759-2533760587092105682?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2533760587092105682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=2533760587092105682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/2533760587092105682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/2533760587092105682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/02/journal-entry-4.html' title='Journal Entry 4'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-6454069973955010585</id><published>2008-02-02T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:35:36.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal entry 3</title><content type='html'>The addition of another dead police officer seemed to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeopardized&lt;/span&gt; the safety of the expedition. However, Archaeologist Tim Williams insisted that they pushed on, having come so far into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;subterranean&lt;/span&gt;  tunnel. Even a prison's den seemed a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haven&lt;/span&gt; to the place they were in now. With enemies lurking around them unseen and deadly, it was hard to tell who was the enemy as everywhere was in pitch blackness save for the officers torchlights. The Sergeant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;surmised&lt;/span&gt; that the whole group would either be shot to death by their enemies or get lost in the tunnel. Was it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; viable&lt;/span&gt; then to get the unusual species of bats sacrificing their lives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-6454069973955010585?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6454069973955010585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=6454069973955010585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/6454069973955010585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/6454069973955010585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/02/journal-entry-3.html' title='Journal entry 3'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-202166489967330186</id><published>2008-02-02T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:37:19.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 2</title><content type='html'>Fernandez Mista took one last look at the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ar&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;senal football club training grounds. With a huge sigh he took the last of his belongings and exited the stadium. He had been at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prestigious &lt;/span&gt;football club for 10 years only to have a fall out with the new manager of the club and thus had his contract &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truncated&lt;/span&gt;. He glanced back at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flamboyantly&lt;/span&gt; decorated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;placards &lt;/span&gt;and heaved his bags filled with memorable jerseys and boots into his car. He started his Ferrari and headed towards the Newcastle football club, St. James stadium, his next &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;utopia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-202166489967330186?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/202166489967330186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=202166489967330186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/202166489967330186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/202166489967330186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/02/journal-entry-2.html' title='Journal Entry 2'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-8142856557141461931</id><published>2008-01-27T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T06:33:04.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry 1</title><content type='html'>It seemed an eternity wait. The momentarily &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lax&lt;/span&gt; security at the supposedly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meticulously&lt;/span&gt;  guarded government house  seemed a never-to-be-missed opportunity for Hassan Miltocos, a hardcore terrorist targeting to cause mayhem in the country. The guards had changed shifts and had left only a guard on duty. Hassan darted forward, raising a lethal looking gun out of his pocket &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,coerced&lt;/span&gt; the hapless guard to a corner and activated and dropped the time bomb. Being too eager to get away, he forgotten all about incapacitating the guard and ran off &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rashly&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sanguine&lt;/span&gt; Hassan hid in a bushes a distance away from the site despite realizing his mistake as he knew that he would die any moment. The bomb on his belt went off......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-8142856557141461931?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8142856557141461931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=8142856557141461931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/8142856557141461931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/8142856557141461931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/01/journal-entry-1.html' title='Journal Entry 1'/><author><name>hobing</name><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-8508405537126150759.post-5948177832361040376</id><published>2008-01-22T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:42:08.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feature Article</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;                                                  On Finding Yourself                                                    &lt;/h3&gt;                                                        &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Find yourself. Somehow this two word keep flashes through my mind. You probably have seen or heard this phrase helluva times. But have you ever seriously thought about what it means? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that will make you happy for life? What will cause you to wake up each morning and looking forward to that day? What will allow you to enjoy being with "yourself"? Most importantly, what will make you feel confident? This sort of stuff involves "finding yourself".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you really know a lot about yourself? What does finding yourself actually mean? It means learning, through trial and error or accidental discovery, what it is that really makes you happy; what is it that you truly excel at; finding where you love yourself most.? All of us have something that we are best at and something that leads us to true contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One important part of finding yourself, really, is accepting yourself. This part involves accepting that you are a good and valuable person and that you are just as good and valuable as everyone else. You do not "find yourself" one afternoon or one evening. It is a process in which you fall and you get up knowing more about yourself. You can learn something new and interesting about yourself each day..if you care enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you found yourself yet? Why not start today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508405537126150759-5948177832361040376?l=doingjournalrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/feeds/5948177832361040376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508405537126150759&amp;postID=5948177832361040376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/5948177832361040376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508405537126150759/posts/default/5948177832361040376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingjournalrox.blogspot.com/2008/01/feature-article.html' title='Feature Article'/><author><name>hobing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
