<?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-27074084</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:41:33.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aayla Secura</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27074084.post-8948688552124938076</id><published>2007-11-01T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T01:13:54.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog reboot</title><content type='html'>Yeah that's right, I'm starting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old post yeah will still be up, but this blog is going to change. Maybe for the better, oh and Erifia just because I know your reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"GET OUT OF MY ROOM, NOW! Becuase I'm coming back, you Tri-FREAK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For everyone else do stay and enjoy the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh and before I forget Erifia, I'll see you in the pratice room 3am  and don't be a second late. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke is on her, I didn't tell her that she need to be there by our homeworld time or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't take this out on me, I had nothing to do with it. Talk to the council if you want your proof."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27074084-8948688552124938076?l=aayla-secura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/8948688552124938076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27074084&amp;postID=8948688552124938076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/8948688552124938076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/8948688552124938076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-reboot.html' title='Blog reboot'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27074084.post-115947511212755245</id><published>2006-12-05T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T09:13:50.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryloth Part 3</title><content type='html'>They say home is where the heart is or something like that. Maybe I should have paid more attention in class. &lt;em&gt;But with Erifia in almost all of my classes, I really had a hard time paying attention to the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there watching this candle flicker in the dying light. The force wrapped around me as a sadness that came as the candle flicker and went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood still as I waited for whoever to relight their candle but as the hours went by I realized that the person who lit it may have been trying to tell their love one to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly turned and walked away, knowing that I wasn't the one they were waiting for to come home. I knew if they had seen me that I have made one more mistake by turning away and leaving. &lt;em&gt;But I wasn't who they thought I was so for the most part it was for the best. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no one at the temple would do such a thing for me anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27074084-115947511212755245?l=aayla-secura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/115947511212755245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27074084&amp;postID=115947511212755245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/115947511212755245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/115947511212755245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/2006/12/ryloth-part-3.html' title='Ryloth Part 3'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27074084.post-116146752199884048</id><published>2006-10-21T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T07:52:32.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note from Boots</title><content type='html'>Hi!!&lt;br /&gt;Remember me from Last Gladiator Standing!?!? That's right I'm 'Yla sidekick, or at least I think I still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's the thing, she's missing!! She walked off the ship a few days ago and as of now she hasn't come back or sent word to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen or heard from her. And no I don't mean Erifia but 'Yla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't tell Erifia that she's missing. Erifia would have a party, and then some if she don't show up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS - I really need to learn how to write in Basic! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27074084-116146752199884048?l=aayla-secura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/116146752199884048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27074084&amp;postID=116146752199884048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/116146752199884048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/116146752199884048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/2006/10/note-from-boots.html' title='Note from Boots'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27074084.post-115648068855748348</id><published>2006-09-04T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:38:48.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryloth  part 2 My home</title><content type='html'>As I landed my ship, I saw that my homeworld had changed since the last time I had been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded myself that I had lost everything when I agreed  to be a Jedi and now looking what is left of my home. I unclipped my lihgtsaber and placed it in a box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need this anymore." I told myself as I left the ship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Boots and slowly said "Stay with the ship, I'll be back before sunset." as I walked out of the ship and into the ruins of what use to be my parents home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images flashed before my eyes of things I wanted to forget. I slowly sat down on the floor and just stared at what should have been a happy, loving place.  But it wasn't, I heard more yelling and dishes breaking then anyone else in the order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to rock slowly back and forth as memories played in my head. As I remember my mother walking out the door followed shortly after by my father. I don't remember what happened but I do remember it was hours before my uncle came and took me back to his place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I got back up and brushed myself off as I decided to walk futher into the building.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused at a door that lead to court yard, I noticed that the sun was setting and I  remembered that I told Boots that I would be back but I really had no intent on going back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he knows that, I told myself as I walked through the court yard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at a bench that was on the other side and sat down to watch the sunset. The rich colors were nothing that I've very seen before in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As twilight set in around me I stood up and looked around. I noticed that there was  a candle burning inside one of the buildings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27074084-115648068855748348?l=aayla-secura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/115648068855748348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27074084&amp;postID=115648068855748348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/115648068855748348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/115648068855748348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/2006/09/ryloth-part-2-my-home.html' title='Ryloth  part 2 My home'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27074084.post-115526022312541756</id><published>2006-08-10T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:43:44.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryloth</title><content type='html'>As I made my way to Ryloth, I sat back and thought about the last time I had been home.&lt;br /&gt;My heart raced as I thought about my uncle, and of those on my fathers side of family. None would be happy to see me.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how when I was a little child I helped Master Tholme and my master Quinlan Vos. And when I came back years later and killed my Uncle Pol.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also got no family left on Ryloth but it’s still home, seeing how my mother died when I was going on 3. She was expecting at the time that she died and it was around that time that my father ran off with another woman. I don’t remember if he left before or after she died but I do remember the pain of being forced to live with Uncle Pol and how he forced to me to learn how to dance from one of the older girls.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to forget those days and how much I’ve had to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;When Master Tholme and Master Vos took me with them. Well after many long and pointless talks with my Uncle Pol, and seeing how in the end it came down to me having the last say. I don’t regret leaving but I do regret not know if I have younger sibling or not.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what other little family secrets or lies are waiting for me this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27074084-115526022312541756?l=aayla-secura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/115526022312541756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27074084&amp;postID=115526022312541756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/115526022312541756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/115526022312541756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/2006/08/ryloth.html' title='Ryloth'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27074084.post-115035163095631233</id><published>2006-07-24T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:52:06.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the void!</title><content type='html'>I woke up in my bunk on my ship.&lt;br /&gt;How odd my dreams have been these last few months. I think to myself as I start to think back to what had brought me to this point.&lt;br /&gt;Last logical thing I could remember was that I was Hacknor on a show called &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/"&gt;Last Gladiator Standing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even that has been some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go back to Ryloth and find out why I'm having such odd dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27074084-115035163095631233?l=aayla-secura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/115035163095631233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27074084&amp;postID=115035163095631233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/115035163095631233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/115035163095631233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-from-void.html' title='Back from the void!'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27074084.post-114772945271546822</id><published>2006-06-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:52:27.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>Those vision they appear to be real but if they are then why don't I remember them so clearly!? It's almost as if someone may have placed them there for me to find. But they feel so real. It's almost hard to figure out what is real and what is not. Am I ever going to figure out if there visions are true, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I tryed to reactive this metal bar but nothing. It's secrets lock away never to reappear before me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hope not but I don't know how I did what I did before. Try as I may I can't make it work like before.&lt;br /&gt;Am I shell of a person? Have I really lost it? I kept asking myself.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that man but little to nothing beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;Did he place those visions there? And if so, how? I slowly started to shake.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the back of my mind, a picture of another appeared.&lt;br /&gt;Who's that? Why does she look like me? Is she a family member, friend?&lt;br /&gt;And then her death flashed before me.&lt;br /&gt;It's....I felt my body give out as I start to sink into a dark void.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27074084-114772945271546822?l=aayla-secura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/114772945271546822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27074084&amp;postID=114772945271546822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/114772945271546822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/114772945271546822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_29.html' title='??'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27074084.post-114899846992216970</id><published>2006-05-29T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T09:23:57.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I done!</title><content type='html'>I dropped the metal bar and turned towards the window.&lt;br /&gt;Memories and questions came to me within heartbeats of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where am I? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Master Quinlan Vos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I use the force?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have I done?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1810/2843/1600/Aayla4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1810/2843/320/Aayla4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27074084-114899846992216970?l=aayla-secura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/114899846992216970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27074084&amp;postID=114899846992216970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/114899846992216970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/114899846992216970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-have-i-done.html' title='What have I done!'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27074084.post-114669350723930250</id><published>2006-05-03T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:10:49.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peculiar odd looking bar</title><content type='html'>When I got back to my room, I locked the door and sat down on one of the pillows while I still held onto that metal bar.&lt;br /&gt;What is this thing anyway?&lt;br /&gt;I inspected that metal bar for any answers or clues to what it really was, but all that I could find besides it being a short metal bar was that it had a button on the side of it and what looked to be an opening on one end of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;"Why would any man carry around such a peculiar odd looking bar?" I asked a loud with no one in the room to answer me.&lt;br /&gt;Holding what looked to be like open end away from me I pushed the button and a blue blade came shooting out of the end of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(else where)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Well?" First man said&lt;br /&gt;"She is still alive and short while she did have some male company. But she didn't didn't know him!" Second man said&lt;br /&gt;"A visiter when?" The first man asked while pulling out a blaster.&lt;br /&gt;"It was this late morning and like I said before sir. She didn't know him but he did know her. We're holding him as well. Do you want us to get rid of him?" The second man asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No, just leave him in his cell for now! And make sure she doesn't have any more company, male or female! I want her alive, she's our insurance against future Jedi reprisals." The first man stated with a evil grin on his face. "Check and make sure that her door stays locked from now on."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir!" The second man quickly stated as his finger flipped a switch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27074084-114669350723930250?l=aayla-secura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/114669350723930250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27074084&amp;postID=114669350723930250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/114669350723930250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/114669350723930250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/2006/05/peculiar-odd-looking-bar.html' title='peculiar odd looking bar'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27074084.post-114626314795146478</id><published>2006-04-30T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:43:43.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a metal bar?</title><content type='html'>Once I was sure he was gone I changed outfits and started picking up the pillows. That's when I found a metel bar, it looked to be like the same thing that he was holding when he left.&lt;br /&gt;"How did this get here?" I asked myself as I picked it up from the floor and ran from the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/aayla_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back to my room still holding this metal bar in my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27074084-114626314795146478?l=aayla-secura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/114626314795146478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27074084&amp;postID=114626314795146478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/114626314795146478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/114626314795146478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/2006/04/metal-bar.html' title='a metal bar?'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/th_aayla_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27074084.post-114622971732659801</id><published>2006-04-27T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T06:19:45.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused and upset</title><content type='html'>This man keeps pressuring me to know my past, but all I really know is my name to be Aayla Secure but I don't him or really understood the words he just said to me.&lt;br /&gt;That man just sits there and stares at me for the longest of time before he said "You will remember who you are, and who I am." as he looks into my eyes as if he's waiting for something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;The longer he sat in front of me, the more confused and upset I was getting. "I don't know who you are but I think it best that you leave now!" I said as I stood up and pointed towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;I watched as he got up, and walked to the door. He turned and looked back and flatly stated "I will be back for you Aayla."&lt;br /&gt;Then he left and I was alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27074084-114622971732659801?l=aayla-secura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/114622971732659801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27074084&amp;postID=114622971732659801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/114622971732659801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/114622971732659801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/2006/04/confused-and-upset.html' title='Confused and upset'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27074084.post-114610819481252755</id><published>2006-04-26T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:23:14.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aaylamemoria.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27074084-114610819481252755?l=aayla-secura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/feeds/114610819481252755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27074084&amp;postID=114610819481252755' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/114610819481252755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27074084/posts/default/114610819481252755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Aayla Secura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110375830789498521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/Aayla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j174/myfunstuff2006/Aayla/th_Aaylamemoria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
