<?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-1640972921662853627</id><updated>2011-11-05T16:41:43.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1480425839298669046</id><published>2011-09-13T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:18:51.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>Mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Status: Disappointed that I'm actually happy that I didn't touch my blog for 4 MONTHS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH CURSES. Curses. I curse myself. How long was it since I didn't update? Sigh. 4 LONG MONTHS. I can't help myself. I got me self a Twitter and Tumblr account. *Wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the ranting I can do without doing in a post. All the pictures I can see without searching for it in Search Engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winnie05.tumblr.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1C5sI6C5TY/Tm9OVdQGGZI/AAAAAAAAAns/D6jan-63fdg/s200/tumblr_lnlg3qjpxx1qzq3qh.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Winnie_05" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmS1OjxQuyQ/Tm9OWRqi3_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/zfTeZYBjhqI/s200/Twitter-logo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ironically. Both site starts with a "T". They get me so confused.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... I went to the Book fest weeks before. And I bought 4 books! I couldn't help myself and went to lend a book from my college's Library. &lt;i&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/i&gt;. I was somehow interested in reading it after reading that the certain Doujinshi of USxUK was actually inspired by it or maybe triggered something that the author drew such amazing Doujin. And I just have to get myself drawn into Time related stories. Thus, the book. It's is a great great GREAT read. But the book just have to have some sex scenes that I have to skip some of the paragraphs. Urgh. My mind can't really accept it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the book I bought. &lt;i&gt;And Thereby Hangs a Tale&lt;/i&gt;. Has some minor scenes. And I think that I have to really start to accept it or I'll miss out a lot of great or awesome books. I just hope my brain won't get fried. *Shakes head* But seriously, The Time Traveler's Wife is still recommended. Strongly. The ending is just so *Cries* SAD. And- and- Oh! Just go grab the book and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5vOm68Lj-I/Tm9T1ce4BzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gcUrAxc7wkU/s1600/tumblr_lr06foBHsX1qkpkhlo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5vOm68Lj-I/Tm9T1ce4BzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gcUrAxc7wkU/s1600/tumblr_lr06foBHsX1qkpkhlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Kimi to Boku]&lt;br /&gt;How can you NOT watch?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The followings are the Spring Anime: (Coming out around October)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Shimanchu MiRiKa&lt;br /&gt;★Battle Spirits Heroes&lt;br /&gt;★Busou Shinki Moon Angel&lt;br /&gt;★Shinryaku!? Ika Musume&lt;br /&gt;★Bakuman. 2&lt;br /&gt;★C³&lt;br /&gt;★Working'!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Fate/Zero&lt;br /&gt;★Maji de Watashi ni Koi Shinasai!!&lt;br /&gt;★Horizon on the Middle of Nowhere (Kyoukai Senjou no Horizon)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;(Might Consider...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Digimon Xros Wars: Toki o Kakeru Shounen Hunter-tachi&lt;br /&gt;★Cross Fight B-Daman&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Hunter x Hunter (2011)&lt;br /&gt;★Phi Brain: Kami no Puzzle&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Tamayura ~Hitotose~&lt;br /&gt;★Kimi to Boku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Sengoku Paradise Kiwami&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Chihayafuru&lt;br /&gt;★Maken-Ki!&lt;br /&gt;★Mashiro-Iro Symphony&lt;br /&gt;★Persona 4 the Animation&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;(Might Consider...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Boku wa Tomodachi ga Sukunai&lt;br /&gt;★Shakuagan no Shana III (Final)&lt;br /&gt;★Last Exile: Fam, the Silver Wing (Ginyoku no Fam)&lt;br /&gt;★Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi 2&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will &lt;strike&gt;eh-hem&lt;/strike&gt; Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ben-To&lt;br /&gt;★Mobile Suit Gundam AGE&lt;br /&gt;★Mirai Nikki (Future Diary)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;(Might Consider...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Chibi Devi!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Un-Go&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Guilty Crown&lt;br /&gt;★Ad Lib Anime Kenkyuusho&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Hidamari Sketch x SP&lt;br /&gt;★Fujilog Second Season&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Zero no Tsukaima Kessakusen&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Fourth/Untitled Lupin III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. SO many to watch. And I even have 2 seasons worth of anime to catch up. Guh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PahJmWEiIvc/Tm9WZ9yoHaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bPyex-L_92k/s1600/tumblr_lqs12clSam1qiojgzo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PahJmWEiIvc/Tm9WZ9yoHaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bPyex-L_92k/s320/tumblr_lqs12clSam1qiojgzo1_500.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Shun and his brother, Fuyuki]&lt;br /&gt;So cute..... *Headshot*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1480425839298669046?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1480425839298669046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1480425839298669046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1480425839298669046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1480425839298669046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2011/09/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1C5sI6C5TY/Tm9OVdQGGZI/AAAAAAAAAns/D6jan-63fdg/s72-c/tumblr_lnlg3qjpxx1qzq3qh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6499379605489541229</id><published>2011-05-28T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:02:34.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>Mood: Satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Status: Accomplished my first goal of my holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dances on the spot* Finally I changed my cramped and messed up layout!! I'm quite happy with it because it's much more easier to read and less laggy. *Laughs*&amp;nbsp; I'm still not putting up my chatbox.. And I think I kind of forgot the password. So, notes are more better since I know who is commenting my posts. Well, if you're lazy, I can't help it. Wait up for my Twitter! It's coming up tomorrow, if I can make it, well, I probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some torturing presentation project for this holiday. Ugh. And I need to revise my Physics, Biology and Chemistry. Double Ugh. It's not a holiday. It's just a waking-up-later-than-usual-and-staying-at-home holiday. The studying stuffs are still going on though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! I found a new manga series to read! Good news is it's finished! Bad news is it'll distract me from my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay. I have a choice to choose either to go to Thailand or stay home. I'm so stressed! If I go, I'm gone for three days! Guh... I'm gonna go drown myself in my dilemma. *Gurgles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-6499379605489541229?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6499379605489541229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6499379605489541229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6499379605489541229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6499379605489541229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2011/05/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-7981827861569382864</id><published>2011-05-23T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:58:39.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train</title><content type='html'>Mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Status: Hyper and feeling lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey! What's up people? Seems like everyone's busy updating their blogs! And I'm going to do the same too! *Laughs* I'm thinking of changing my skin again. Shocking isn't it? It isn't even a whole month yet! Well, it's cause I've been really liking white things recently... And not transparent type of style... It makes my eyes uncomfortable and the cute picture of the Asia's really distracts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay. I'm feeling very lucky today! Here's a list to why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bio lecturer canceled our class tomorrow! And I have two free hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found an easier way of transport back home! No more train!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not procrastinating! &lt;strike&gt;I think.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished my game!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone dedicated something very special to me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone's updating their blog!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holidays are coming soon! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hima-papa is spoiling me with pictures! &lt;strike&gt;I'm gonna get a diabetes soon.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um... I have a fringe now?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's all I think. And college life is kinda stressing and I only get to go back home in the afternoon. The latest at 7. Had to wake up at 5.50 in the morning. Guh. But all in all... It's nice but I dreaded the homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS! I'm going to have Twitter soon! Since Facebook isn't that private anymore when my dad added me as a friend, he kept reading my statuses out loud.*Annoyed* I'll make it on this coming holiday! And also changing my layout. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-7981827861569382864?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/7981827861569382864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=7981827861569382864' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7981827861569382864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7981827861569382864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2011/05/train.html' title='Train'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-8897181716911726571</id><published>2011-05-05T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:18:10.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day</title><content type='html'>Mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Status: Laughing maniacally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahaha!! Happy Birthday to 3 special people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hibari Kyouya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Takashi Morinozuka&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wait. Look at what Hibari has to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cQQ2VBbepc8/TcKXjZ7BU4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/uIoukjHH2zE/s1600/insieme_013.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cQQ2VBbepc8/TcKXjZ7BU4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/uIoukjHH2zE/s640/insieme_013.png" width="435" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laughs* It's his day! Well, not much happened today, just went back to college to buy my textbooks. But, with all the wishes from my friends, it made me so happy. Heehee... But I won't say this is the best birthday ever since every birthday of mine was the best of the best. So, Happy Children day at Japan and Happy Birthday to Hibari again! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dashes off before Hibari bites me to death*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edit on same day at 11.15pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, scratch the wishes part, it was awesome! I never knew in my life I would have birthday surprises. Cause every time I watch movies, I would go like "pish! That was so obvious!", "Is that person dumb or what?". Well, today, I was so dumb I actually got surprised!! xD Oh my gosh!! The day ended so greatly and I don't even know if I can fall asleep in all this excitement! Wheee!!! I'm having high sugar rush..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-8897181716911726571?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/8897181716911726571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=8897181716911726571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8897181716911726571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8897181716911726571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2011/05/day.html' title='Day'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cQQ2VBbepc8/TcKXjZ7BU4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/uIoukjHH2zE/s72-c/insieme_013.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-3163308995189275544</id><published>2011-04-28T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T17:36:30.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>Mood: Hungry&lt;br /&gt;Status: Dreading the next driving lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Evil laugh* Like what you see? I do~~*Swoons* Getting face smacked by a picture-filled bishies is the greatest moment ever... *Sighs* So, my layout is okay but a bit messy... Dude, I still love it. Kya~~ And&amp;nbsp; my blog needs more pictures to keep it alive! Still, words still owns 70% of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I officially started my driving lesson. And... It sucked. Big time. All thanks to my crappy instructor that I hate so much and my weak limp arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a two hour lesson that day at 3 in the afternoon. He was kind at first, starting up a chat with introducing and what do I have to do? Act all girlie in front of him and I didn't even dare to make eye contact. Brought me to a place with less cars and started teaching me. First, introducing the clutch then the gears. I was my turn to take over the car and guess what... He took a ten minute break to SMOKE. Yeah. He left me in the car getting used to the gears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he taught me how to turn and he ask me to take over again. So, I did and started to drive. I started to go slow at first, then he asked me to put on more speed. It was cool after that... Then I felt the car was so slow, so I pick up speed.. He said I was too FAST. Then I don't dare picking up any speed in case he'll complain again. The area I'm driving is like a box. So there are really big turns I need to face. But, since I'm new, I don't have the strength to turn the steering wheel that professionally yet. So, throughout the lesson, I'm just listening to the instructor's crapping, saying that I'm worst than his previous students, that I'm getting worser by the second rather than improving. *Cursing* I. Really. Wish. To. Punch. Him. In. The. Face. Just to SHUT him UP. Grrr... And guess what, I nearly crash a car when I'm going back, since it was raining, he didn't bother getting his car a better window wiper. I can't see the damn road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Driving Instructor,&lt;br /&gt;Please realise that I'm NEW to driving and I'm not a genius. If you don't like my slow driving and learning, get me a new instructor that can tolerate my slowness. If you don't, PLEASE don't complain or I WILL explode in front of you and heh... My language isn't that nice to hear. So, suck it UP and deal with my crappy driving or else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaannnnddd.... I finished one of my sewing project to kill my time!! The other one... Uh... I don't think I'll finish it. *Laughs* Well, at least I finished one? The product of mine looked so.... Urgh.... Funny... Everyone said I didn't put enough stuffing. So, it turned out... flat. *HAHA!* But it's still cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4ho1aFa3m0/TbkxKRKkFrI/AAAAAAAAAmU/vFbkrLMbmyI/s1600/DSC00091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4ho1aFa3m0/TbkxKRKkFrI/AAAAAAAAAmU/vFbkrLMbmyI/s320/DSC00091.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beginning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcHeMkn_Z6w/TbkxO8A1Y2I/AAAAAAAAAmY/6K2UTX064iE/s1600/DSC00093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcHeMkn_Z6w/TbkxO8A1Y2I/AAAAAAAAAmY/6K2UTX064iE/s320/DSC00093.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Done cutting out the shape. And Dude, my fingers hurt.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BraoNXPzw-E/TbkxZjfazjI/AAAAAAAAAmg/b9OzrUzNLCY/s1600/DSC00097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BraoNXPzw-E/TbkxZjfazjI/AAAAAAAAAmg/b9OzrUzNLCY/s320/DSC00097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost the same, ne?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5GhZnD_Ary0/TbkxeWzGZ4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/kOpr01kgek8/s1600/DSC00098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5GhZnD_Ary0/TbkxeWzGZ4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/kOpr01kgek8/s320/DSC00098.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The original product with my product. Big Diff.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMkTIjTQQX4/TbkxTsOZx4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/t-eT2P09rCA/s1600/DSC00096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMkTIjTQQX4/TbkxTsOZx4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/t-eT2P09rCA/s320/DSC00096.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved this!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcdApo8Xlyc/TbkyQMba5NI/AAAAAAAAAms/5eoV7o7fun4/s1600/DSC00105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcdApo8Xlyc/TbkyQMba5NI/AAAAAAAAAms/5eoV7o7fun4/s320/DSC00105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My work table. &lt;strike&gt;It's actually the dining table.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCGyPSbKWGw/TbkyJJ5m2FI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Ra3Li28qx7g/s1600/DSC00100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCGyPSbKWGw/TbkyJJ5m2FI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Ra3Li28qx7g/s320/DSC00100.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comparison. The eyes tells it all.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze1fqhpKu6k/TbkyVmw65GI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6v1IDplSbq4/s1600/DSC00113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze1fqhpKu6k/TbkyVmw65GI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6v1IDplSbq4/s320/DSC00113.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angle shooting!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9OMFw2s9is/Tbkyeq3oyiI/AAAAAAAAAm4/IHTKoqrilL0/s1600/DSC00135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9OMFw2s9is/Tbkyeq3oyiI/AAAAAAAAAm4/IHTKoqrilL0/s320/DSC00135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor thing. *Evil Laugh*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qseRRuYtBsI/TbkyiJDIvZI/AAAAAAAAAm8/mfF5w7mSnOI/s1600/DSC00136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qseRRuYtBsI/TbkyiJDIvZI/AAAAAAAAAm8/mfF5w7mSnOI/s320/DSC00136.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ElvGnN9Hmw/Tbkylv9uVuI/AAAAAAAAAnA/DyQSgciwj_o/s1600/DSC00138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ElvGnN9Hmw/Tbkylv9uVuI/AAAAAAAAAnA/DyQSgciwj_o/s320/DSC00138.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hat left! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zikBxzBlhKs/TbkxGKKa6yI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ZjLUOB-ho1o/s1600/DSC00153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zikBxzBlhKs/TbkxGKKa6yI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ZjLUOB-ho1o/s320/DSC00153.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tada!! My failure of a masterpiece!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Took me three days to do this. Actually I can finish it in two, but, meh, Internet distracted me. &lt;strike&gt;So, it costs 10 bucks.&lt;/strike&gt; *Laugh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-3163308995189275544?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/3163308995189275544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=3163308995189275544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/3163308995189275544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/3163308995189275544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2011/04/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4ho1aFa3m0/TbkxKRKkFrI/AAAAAAAAAmU/vFbkrLMbmyI/s72-c/DSC00091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-3443307519694746420</id><published>2011-04-16T23:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T17:43:08.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Mood: Indifferent&lt;br /&gt;Status: Glaring at my Chatbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... Just a brief update. I'm currently rotting at home doing nothing but going online, taking baths, eating, drinking, doing house chores and breathing. I had nothing to do, no one come searching for me but they can't be blamed, I didn't search for them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, I'm really hating Facebook. I keep having weird thoughts after staying at FB too long. I told myself to ignore it! Just bloody do your stuff and let everyone go on with their lives. But. I just feel so lost, so transparent as if I'm watching their world revolving while mine, just stuck in time. I had the feeling that I was forgotten, filed back into their memories while they make way for new ones. I will always be the 'best friend from before'. They were occupied by their new friends. Well, I guess my work was done for these 5 years. I'm still happy for them, that I was still able to help them for some time, but somehow I felt jealously lurking somewhere in my heart. Well, it doesn't matter. They are still my forever true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to change my layout for sometime now, since I'm getting bored from reading manga and watching vids. There's no good fics out there for me. Even the good one I did know didn't even update a single thing. Well, I guess that's all for this post. I really had to get that all out from my chest, it's been bothering me for awhile. Ah, it felt so much better. Just one last thing. I'm going to explode here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FOR ALL THOSE &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BLOG-WALKING PEST&lt;/span&gt;. WOULD YOU KINDLY LEAVE MY CHATBOX BLOODY &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ALONE?!&lt;/span&gt; I'M &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TIRED&lt;/span&gt; OF YOU GUYS ASKING THAT IF BLOG-WALKING ROCKS OR NOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;WELL HERE'S MY ANSWER: &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IT'S FUCKING NOT!&lt;/span&gt; NOW GET THE HELL &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt; FROM MY BLOG UNLESS YOU ACTUALLY FREAKING &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;READ&lt;/span&gt; ANYTHING FROM HERE THAT CONCERNS MY&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; LIFE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;PISS OFF ASSHOLES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edited on Apr 18, 2011 at 5.41pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... Sorry about my language. I'm so fed up about it, so, I removed the chatbox. Hah! So, I guess, I won't be getting any comments at all from now on. *Laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-3443307519694746420?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/3443307519694746420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=3443307519694746420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/3443307519694746420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/3443307519694746420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2011/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-9003517860545159347</id><published>2011-04-06T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:03:21.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Anime 2011</title><content type='html'>Mood: Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Status: Cursing off at Gendou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh!!! I think I'm going crazy at this point! I missed posting the last season's Anime list... And I didn't even mention the biggest event in my life. I get 7 A's for my SPM. It isn't that high but... At least I get A's... Well, I guess that's all... And I guess I'm changing my layout again soon... I'm getting tired of this... I know... I'm easily tired... Anyway, I'm going to take A-levels at TAR College I think, I didn't get my offer letter yet... Well, I hope I do, or I don't anywhere to study....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEW5-954oeY/TZwpdl8d0II/AAAAAAAAAkU/1HnGbLYKZYw/s1600/396070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEW5-954oeY/TZwpdl8d0II/AAAAAAAAAkU/1HnGbLYKZYw/s320/396070.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[Ao no Exorcist]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Cool, ne? *Kya~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The followings are   the Spring Anime: (Coming out around April)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;★Danball Senki&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;★Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn&lt;br /&gt;★Young Animator Training Project&lt;br /&gt;★X-Men&lt;br /&gt;★Duel Masters Victory&lt;br /&gt;★Tottoko Hamtaro Dechu&lt;br /&gt;★Jewelpet Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;★Dog Days&lt;br /&gt;★Tiger &amp;amp; Bunny&lt;br /&gt;★Nichijou&lt;br /&gt;★Metal Fight Beyblade 4D&lt;br /&gt;★Toriko&lt;br /&gt;★Suzy's Zoo Daisuki! Witzy&lt;br /&gt;★Hanasaku Iroha&lt;br /&gt;★Shouwa Monogatari TV&lt;br /&gt;★Ore-tachi ni Tsubasa wa Nai&lt;br /&gt;★Gintama'&lt;br /&gt;★Fireball Charming&lt;br /&gt;★Fujilog&lt;br /&gt;★Sengoku Otome ~Momoiro Paradox~&lt;br /&gt;★Tono to Issho: Gantai no Yabou&lt;br /&gt;★Gyakkyou Burai Kaiji: Hakairoku-hen&lt;br /&gt;★Steins;Gate &lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will    Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Happy Kappy&lt;br /&gt;★30-sai no Hoken Taiiku&lt;br /&gt;★Sket Dance&lt;br /&gt;★Hyouge Mono&lt;br /&gt;★A Channel &lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;(Might  Consider...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Kämpfer für die Liebe&lt;br /&gt;★Dororon Enma-kun Meeramera&lt;br /&gt;★Maria Holic Alive&lt;br /&gt;★Sofuteni&lt;br /&gt;★Yondemasuyo, Azazel-san. TV&lt;br /&gt;★Hen Zemi TV&lt;br /&gt;★Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi &lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will    Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Pretty Rhythm: Aurora Dream&lt;br /&gt;★Ring ni Kakero 1: Sekai Taikai-hen&lt;br /&gt;★Astarotte no Omocha!&lt;br /&gt;★Hoshizora e Kakaru Hashi&lt;br /&gt;★Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal&lt;br /&gt;★Kami nomi zo Shiru Sekai (The World Only God Knows) II &lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will     Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Seikon no Qwaser II&lt;br /&gt;★YuruAni?&lt;br /&gt;★C: The Money of Soul and Possibility Control &lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;(Might  Consider...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ano Hi Mita Hana no Namae o Boku-tachi wa Mada Shiranai. &lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;(Might  Consider...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Aria the Scarlet Ammo (Hidan no Aria)&lt;br /&gt;★Denpa Onna to Seishun Otoko&lt;br /&gt;★Deadman Wonderland &lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will    Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ao no Exorcist &lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will    Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Moshidora&lt;br /&gt;★Sockies Frontier Quest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-9003517860545159347?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/9003517860545159347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=9003517860545159347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/9003517860545159347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/9003517860545159347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-anime-2011.html' title='Spring Anime 2011'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEW5-954oeY/TZwpdl8d0II/AAAAAAAAAkU/1HnGbLYKZYw/s72-c/396070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-7142515465207052479</id><published>2011-03-23T22:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T17:36:58.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Service</title><content type='html'>Mood: Determined&lt;br /&gt;Status: Talking to myself inwardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Everyone who's actually reading my boring blog.. I'm really sorry that it took a freaking long time for me to update a single thing about my life for the past uh... I don't know for how many months.. It's not that I'm busy, well, I actually am for once for two months.. It was because I am friggin lazy and won't move my lazy fingers to work on this post.. Since yesterday, I was telling myself to bloody hell update &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; on the blog or I will.. I will bloody hell not be online at all... And so... With that at stake I finally updated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to update stuff from January until now and it will be one hell of a long post.. So... Be prepared.. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;HAPPY READING!!!  *evil laugh* &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;National Service&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm updating every single thing happened to me there... Okay... Not all of them actually... Since, no one bothered asking me what happened to me there... Well, sometimes people can't help but get lazy... And really lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt; - Everything was so blur for me that day, maybe it's because it's been so long since then... I only know the feeling of lost, hopelessness, loneliness... I was all by myself that day.. Shunned as everyone there got friends.. No school mates got in the same camp as me... I just followed everyone.. In the end I got in the yellow group.. I was the only person that got in that dorm that day... The beds were a sore sight... Saliva marks on the pillow's with black specs of duck that won't even go away when I slammed it down on the bed. The bed oh... There are water marks and I don't even want to know how did it got there..... The food there was damn spicy and all I did was drink and drink and drink... The only thing I learn there the first day was to waste a lot of food... After lunch... I spent my time unpacking and then after that.. I tried making friends which was such a failure since everyone already got their buddy beside them... The shower... The water is freaking cold! There's no lock, no hooks to hang our clothes on... That instant, I don't know how the hell am I going to survive two months there... Oh, my phone kept dying on me again... Then I feel asleep at 10 without any problem that night, probably I was too tired from running around all day... It was the first time I ever slept that early.. *Laughs* Then my dorm mate had to wake me up at 11.40 something and said something about being scared.. She wanted to sleep with her friend at the next dorm so I think she was afraid that I'm the only one alone in the room... Yeah.. There were only two people in the whole dorm that day... So I followed her and slept at the next dorm on a bed without a single sheet... Wow. I must be really tired.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt; - Woke at 5 and got ready.. There's nothing to do there but to wait and wait and wait for the next batch to come that day.. I was so bored I actually did my theory homework! Is the world coming to an end? And in the end I gave because I had no clue what the question was asking me to do... It was pure torture! Then new dorm mates arrived! Yes and fortunately for me a girl was lost since the dorm she was assigned to was full because an Indian girl decided to switch dorms without the teacher's permission. So, I met some somewhat new friends.. and I was relieved.. I don't even know if I'm suppose to feel like that. That night, our hand phone got compensated and my pockets feel empty... *Laughs* Then they let us watch a pointless movie that I can't even SEE a single thing since everyone was freaking blocking my view. And it was one of their methods to 'brainwash' us anyway.. After the movie, it was bed time. *Snorts* They treated us like school kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt; - There was no instruction given. The orders were messy. I don't understand a single word some of the trainers said. We were ordered to wear our 'postman' uniform and got in the assigned classes, form groups and you know what we did? We did the same thing as the other motivational seminars out there! I mean what the hell?! You ask us to come here and listen to this load of crap?! I was pretty much tongue-tied the whole day.. I ain't fluent in Malay and not one Malay there is fluent in English! But surprisingly, we cooperate well in our group of 3 Chinese n 3 Malay. I felt exhausted by wearing the clothes and during the night, we had another pointless talk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt; - I forgot what I did that day. I only found out some girls wearing contacts and make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt; - Ok.. Seriously... this is taking too long... I'm gonna do it in point form this point onwards... No objections? If there are, well, tough luck, I'm the web mistress here and you don't have the right to. *Evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;- Someone heard something or someone screamed at 12 last night.&lt;br /&gt;- Some said that it's not a person, but those things and they want to make friends with&amp;nbsp; the people who heard the scream.&lt;br /&gt;- Thank goodness, I didn't hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 6 &lt;/span&gt;- Got back phone.&lt;br /&gt;- Freedom! At last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went back to camp at 12, saw quite a lot of trainees crying when they see their family. For me, it was awkward seeing them, I don't even have anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;- One of my friend wanted to go back, so she applied for January intake for accounts.&lt;br /&gt;- So, I practically rot the whole day after my family went home but was kinda afraid of the upcoming activities. &lt;br /&gt;- In the end, our captain lucky drawed our company and the name was Bravo, second in the four companies of Alpha, Bravo, Charlie and Delta. Our flag logo, a shark with weird cheers but everyone was still so hyped up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 8&lt;/span&gt; - Unknown as I didn't bother to jot down any notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 9&lt;/span&gt; - Classes as usual and my friends was shifted to my class, trainers said she as misplaced when it's not. Well, at least I have a friend there.&lt;br /&gt;- Classes ended, had lunch and went back to our dorm. I was shocked when I got back as my other friend was already packing her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;- Had a bleep test, which was running back and forth following a recorded beep sound that gets fasted by the round. In the end, I got still level 4.5, which was quite low.&lt;br /&gt;- During night time, we had another video viewing, a guy who claims himself as the police came and interrogated my dorm mates including me since someone freaking lost 50 dollars while there's still 20 dollars in her purse. Well, it doesn't bloody make sense, which stupid thief doesn't stole all the money in the purse?!&lt;br /&gt;- Then that stupid guys had to tell us that we were going down to the police station for one night, and said it would give a disadvantage when applying for collages or universities. And the idiot me I had to burst into tears of fear since I don't understand a single word he is saying. The guy is freaking DEAF too. I really hated and started cursing that girl who freaking lost her money! It was her fault in the first place when she was stupid enough NOT to lock her locker! She might replace it but was stupid enough not to remember it!&lt;br /&gt;- Now I have a crime record in something I didn't bloody DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 10&lt;/span&gt; - Had classes until 6.30! &lt;i&gt;BORING!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- During night, everyone slept and I was the last one. I didn't dare to say it out but before drifting off into my dreams, I somehow felt something slapped the top of my head. I don't know if it's my reflexes relaxing or... But of course, I ignored it and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 11&lt;/span&gt; - Classes as usual but I allowed to skip as I was called to the medic for a checkup, in the end I found out that I became short by 2 Cm's and remained the same weight which I find it heavy. *Frown* Then is rained. Really heavy but I was happy, I don't have to go for classes. So, me and my friend waited for like uh.... 2 hours? Then we ran... Ran for the food! *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;-Gathered back at 5.30 and some people volunteered to plant things while the others had free time but they don't allow us to go back to our dorm, so we fooled around for a bit while doing some free-lancing exercise.. Owh... My stomach hurts so much from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;- Went Buddha class at night, it's quite interesting but it still puts me to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 12&lt;/span&gt; - Day started with raining. One of my friend went back for medical checkup and won't be back to the camp till Sunday. Lucky bugger...&lt;br /&gt;- Classes are getting a lot more worse and I wished I was still back at the small group before since we changed classes for the new module. We were forced to get a 'buddy'. And I hated the girl.. She's self-centered and acted like I'm not in front of her, like I didn't even exist! She showed her dance moves to the boys behind me. Not that I care about it, but it's just annoying where she didn't do her job of assisting me! When I saw her dancing, I can't help but think of shoving her face towards the wall. We were taught how to &lt;i&gt;juggle&lt;/i&gt;. It's quite useless I'd say, who would juggle for work position in the future?!&lt;br /&gt;- I got a little bit pissed off during lunch. 'They' got to eat beef while 'we' were stuck eating back chicken meat. 'They' called this 'enter slogan here' where 'they' eat something 'we' prayed at while 'we' can't even eat much less touch the thing 'they' aren't allowed to eat with 'their' presence.&lt;br /&gt;- This is called fair in this country. Heh. I still wonder why we didn't destroy each other yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 13&lt;/span&gt; - Classes again. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 14&lt;/span&gt; - Listened to a 4-hour long pointless talk about money management. Hey, even if you don't have this kind of talk, I'll save more money then any of them. It was boring all the way and I even threatened to kill the talker silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 15&lt;/span&gt; - Went to the temple and we played games. One of them was throwing stuff toys to a random person and the 'lucky' one had to answer some questions about the trainees there.&lt;br /&gt;- At first, I dodged everyone of the little evil toys, then the next round, the woman threw a toy to another side of the group and while I was distracted that evil EVIL woman got me. I was then publicly humiliated in front of hundreds of people.&lt;br /&gt;- Went back to camp and changed into the uniform as my company was in duty that day for welcoming the parents. Wore boots that were 1 tonne heavy and my toe hurts after standing for so long.&lt;br /&gt;- Screamed my voice box out as I yelled out 'Hi' and 'Bye' all the way for 2 hours. Thank goodness there were no Sun that day but my friends had a little red triangles on their necks. Well, I had a little too.&lt;br /&gt;- Video watching again at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 16&lt;/span&gt; - Classes again and I almost went nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 17 &lt;/span&gt;- Was forced to perform in front of the class. In the end we had to idea what to do and we just sang. Sang for a freaking long 7 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;- Had a pulling game, somewhat like the game of tug of war. It was balancing a flat triangle with a person standing in the middle. The triangle and the person was not allowed to touch the ground. Then, we were the first team to finished but we didn't win and got number two due to too many penalties. &lt;br /&gt;- Then we got back our phone for Thaipusum during night time. When we went back to our dorms I was informed that the dorm next door had lost a new phone. Apparently, someone took the phone when we were busy taking out phones. We were spot checked again. Twice this week............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 18&lt;/span&gt; - Phone got compensated again and the day passed by without events but only sleeping in the dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 19&lt;/span&gt; - Everyone got cheated when they say classes was officially over but another similar module started that only changed the name.&lt;br /&gt;- One word. 'Pointless'! I almost slept in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 20&lt;/span&gt; - Got my back card.&lt;br /&gt;- Listened to a talk about PLKN card that gives discounts in certain stores. In the end I didn't buy as we had to pay like 4 dollars each month to keep it alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 21&lt;/span&gt; - Went temple again.&lt;br /&gt;- Slept with sweat while waiting for parents.&lt;br /&gt;- The past few days was hot hot hot!!! I'm going to have a heat stroke if it goes on like this...&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up unknowingly at 3 and I can't go back to sleep.. It's a first  for me in my life... Don't know why but I listened to my MP4 until  morning to avoid my mind on thinking 'other' stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 22&lt;/span&gt; - Classes again...&lt;br /&gt;- Was forced to have a rehearsal for the OPENING of the camp... After that, others were free to go while those who have to go to Putrajaya for an event had to stay behind.&lt;br /&gt;- Listened to a 2 hours talk about Malay poems.... I literary sweat dropped... I almost slept as they sang their songs...&lt;br /&gt;- At night, everyone sang their hearts out so that they can go back to their dorms early to hit the sack due to some trainees had to wake up at 3 am the next day...&lt;br /&gt;- Went back at 10.30, tried to sleep but 'they' wouldn't shut up. I was cursing them until I slept and they were the one's who were supposed to sleep early!&lt;br /&gt;- Disturbed at 3 am... The trainers weren't even considerate about us who were sleeping let alone the trainees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 23&lt;/span&gt; - Classes was quiet as half of the class went for the event.&lt;br /&gt;- Had a somewhat successful opening ceremony then everyone went to the obstacle field.. Everyone was actually thinking that we are finally able to DO something physical...&lt;br /&gt;- Well, it's 'physical' alright... We can't touch let alone play the obstacles there but one of the boys was playful and fell into the dirty, yellowish and bug-filled water...&lt;br /&gt;- Took the challenge to build a hut but no instructions were given and me and my friends felt so helpless...&lt;br /&gt;- 2 hours of talk again, continuing yesterdays... Was forced to go on stage to perform something I don't know what are they saying... Was awkward and didn't even win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 24&lt;/span&gt; - Folded paper cranes for classes as there was a project on creating products with paper cranes.&lt;br /&gt;- I already miscounted how many cranes I had folded but I know it was more than a hundred... and I swear that I would not fold a single one until 3 years had passed...&lt;br /&gt;- Later, we listened to first aid talk... Saw disturbing pictures but after that, nothing went into my mind... It kinda drifted off...&lt;br /&gt;- Buddha classes at night&lt;br /&gt;- Boys were punished to lie on the floor as someone scribbled wordings on the timetable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 25&lt;/span&gt; - Classes again. Won creativity part for the paper crane project.&lt;br /&gt;- A playful weather, had to run back and forth to retrieve back our clothes..&lt;br /&gt;- Learnt navigation with compass, well, I didn't learn anything at all as they only give us one compass for 15 people...&lt;br /&gt;- Buddha classes at night and talked about family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 26&lt;/span&gt; - Last day of the module! People cried and was asked to write a letter to our family to thank them, so I wrote a poem and sent it... Then you know what happened? Some of my friends didn't even sent the letter... So guess what.. I regretted ever sending that letter... &lt;br /&gt;- Finally received 150 bucks in my account...&lt;br /&gt;- Boring day again...&lt;br /&gt;- Had a chat with friends and found out that I AM too serious when I'm not with friends... Notice that I used am instead of was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 27 &lt;/span&gt;- I woke up automatically at 5... And I'm the first one at that.. For me I was allowed to wake up at 5.30... And that I was horrified that my body clock was set permanently! &lt;br /&gt;- Then for our activity, we had another talk again... So.. Everyone was forced to wait for the talker who arrived 1 hour late.&lt;br /&gt;- Apparently, It was another talk about using the fire extinguisher which was thought every year during our primary and secondary... We went thought it for like 11 years and we had to go through it again... And I almost slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Day 28&lt;/span&gt; and so on - I forgot what I did... I think I was so hyped up for going back home for the Chinese New Year celebrations and I didn't had time or even bother to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about days already... So, I'll go by the date instead... *Chuckles nervously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;16/2&lt;/span&gt; - Theory class for shooting from 8.30 am to 12.30 am...&lt;br /&gt;- Pointless explaination when we found out that all we had to do that day was lie down and press the trigger...&lt;br /&gt;- Had a chance to hold the gun and took the chance to snap a picture but my batts ran out of juice and I&amp;nbsp; flopped on the spot, weak and I did literary do that... Everyone said I was dead... But at least someone help me took a shot from their camera but I wasn't able to get it from him, seeing that he didn't bother uploading it on net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;17/2&lt;/span&gt; - Morning, A friend told me that her dorm mates heard someone crying behind the dorm in the middle of the night... So, I got goosebumps and assume that they heard wrong and it had nothing to do with me...&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the shooting field which we had to climb up and run down the hill just to get there... I was Detail 12 and target 10...&lt;br /&gt;- I was wondering what to use, it's either my left hand or my right hand... So in order to save anymore jobs... I picked the right hand... since left hander might have a risk of the bullet scarring the face...&lt;br /&gt;- I was very unsatisfied... VERY.... I came out sulking and wanted to punch the woman who was in charged of me.... Everyone bloody got 20 bullets while I only got&amp;nbsp; freaking 8! Curse her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;18/2&lt;/span&gt; - Rode the flying fox today... And thank goodness, the Sun wasn't so vicious!&lt;br /&gt;- Boys did the propelling or up-scaling I don't know....&lt;br /&gt;- Wore the full harness and it's weird....&lt;br /&gt;- It was short.... But relaxing since you can feel the wind at your face...&lt;br /&gt;- When I was finished, I waited for the trainer to 'release' me only to find out that the buckle was stuck... One of the trainer fasten it too tight... Even boy trainees wasn't able to unwind it... So, I waited for them to unwind it for like 15 minutes... It's hot under the two layers of clothes plus wearing the harness makes it tripled hotter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;19/2&lt;/span&gt; - I was lazy after that.... So I didn't manage to write down anything except in a very VERY short note..&lt;br /&gt;- I think we did the DKRT game... It's kinda like a game where you form your own country and try to conquer other countries and protect your own... No one was allowed to make a noise or they will deduct marks... By far our group was the only one that didn't deduct any marks...&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone took off their shoes and socks to build our territory... It was okay... Since the grass is dry and not muddy... So, everyone went crazy to get stuffs from other country and make it ours...&lt;br /&gt;- So, in the end, every country unite and form a big country... It's somewhat like a meaning to show that making a country isn't that easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;20/2&lt;/span&gt; - Sunday... Family day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;21/2&lt;/span&gt; - Water exercise... I thought it was finally the time to kayak or canoe....&lt;br /&gt;- But it turns out all we were going to do that day was float on the water.....&lt;br /&gt;- We had to find ways to let our shoes dry by the next activity which was on the same day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;22/2&lt;/span&gt; - Water exercise again...? I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;23/2 &lt;/span&gt;- I forgot what I did, but I remembered that we did the obstacles exercise that day... I failed on the monkey bar block...I don't know when was that... and then, another day we did one again, and I passed the monkey rack... *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;24/2&lt;/span&gt; - We had marching and navigation again... It was pointless since it was only the reason to let us rest for tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;25/2 &lt;/span&gt;- Competition that day... I failed on the monkey rack again... And was kinda disappointed. Finished the race... and waited for the results... Then they announced that we got the forth place and that just added some salt into my wounds.. I told myself not to cry... Then my friends around me had to ask if I'm crying or not... Then, my water works bursts and the sight was not that pretty... But you know what? We got first.. The commander was playing a joke on us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;26/2&lt;/span&gt; - Community service.... I despised that term... If its about going to old folks home or the orphanage I'm still okay with it... But picking up trash for the village was just out of the world... I mean, don't they have hands and feet, why must WE do all the picking.... And sacrifice my skin to the Sun... When I head back, my skin was so tanned that I could even see the markings... You know why is happened? Because they let us stay there until freaking 3 or 4 pm to watch them play pointless games.... While the earlier batch gets to go back to camp first... After heading back to the dorms, we just had a half an hour rest and we had to go out again for another activity... I hate them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;27/2&lt;/span&gt; - Family day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;28/2&lt;/span&gt; - Finally they let us kayak or canoe or whatever! I was so excited for it! It was fun and awesome than any other activity there, only... That stupid trainer let us row for like 15 minutes and asked us to row back to shore.... Other like took their sweet time and gets to go for like double turns! That's so unfair! But... The world is unfair at the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;1/3&lt;/span&gt; - Again with the water exercises but only this time we took another batch which is the building the boat-like thingy.. Then it rained... No one did anything after that... Well, others did. Me and my friend just sat there chatting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;2/3&lt;/span&gt; - Marching exercise... Had nothing to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;3/3&lt;/span&gt; -  Marching competition.... We got third place because our formation was  too plain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;4/3 &lt;/span&gt;- Talk show again.... At this point, it's obvious that there nothing left to do here... We had a whole day of it... And I wanted to slash the guy's throat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;5/3&lt;/span&gt; - Blood donation... Boring day... And then, our flag had to be stolen by our teacher... And to make it worse, the boys took it back without the teacher's room by 'breaking' in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;6/3&lt;/span&gt; - Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;7/3&lt;/span&gt; - Had another talk again and this one just gave me a heart attack... It's about HIV/AIDS and it includes... Yeah... &lt;strike&gt;Sex..&lt;/strike&gt;. *Shudders* And the image just burns my eyes let alone my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;8/3 &lt;/span&gt;- Another talk about anti-drugs.... Slept to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that concludes it! It took me like 3 or 4 days to update everything! *Laughs* And that's that longest post ever!!! I went back early by the way... And had piano theory test on Monday... I failed at the composing and the Italian and German terms... My mind just went blank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... If you want photos, you can see it &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=292506&amp;amp;id=741662869&amp;amp;l=ff1c14a5cc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but.. You have to friend me... It's locked for friends only..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-7142515465207052479?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/7142515465207052479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=7142515465207052479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7142515465207052479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7142515465207052479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2011/03/rush.html' title='Service'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-683525455303305740</id><published>2011-02-03T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:10:54.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit</title><content type='html'>Mood: Quite happy&lt;br /&gt;Status: Hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... I'm finally back.... I have my diary waiting for me to post it here.... But... I'm just too lazy to do so.. It's my holiday.. Just have to enjoy it while it last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS.. Well.. It was boring and somewhat pointless for the whole month... They actually wasted it... Eh... At least they bought my time for a small amount of cash... 150 bucks... I can't believe my time cost so little to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is precious! I really need to catch up my Livejournal, Fanfictions, Anime and Manga... The thing I'm happy is [switch] actually finished scanlating while I'm there! One hell of a reading after I'm officially out from camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new Phone too! Finally a NEW one.. No second handed! But it hurts me that it actually costs 600 bucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I wanna wish everyone a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY CHINESE RABBIT&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-683525455303305740?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/683525455303305740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=683525455303305740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/683525455303305740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/683525455303305740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2011/02/rabbit.html' title='Rabbit'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6710822678499919029</id><published>2011-01-01T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:34:16.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End</title><content type='html'>Mood: Nervous&lt;br /&gt;Status: Rushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not too late. It's the end of 2010 yesterday, today it's the start of 2011..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I wish everyone a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and may this year be a great year to you &lt;strike&gt;and me&lt;/strike&gt;. *Grins like mad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edited on 11.29pm at 1/1/11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just a brief update.... I don't really wanna talk much.. It's just that I really had to let it all out... Do you ever feel confused sometimes...? Where you don't know to feel either happy, sad or even confused...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't even know if this is a good sign on the first day of a new year... I.. Seriously don't know what to feel. Sometimes it's this and sometimes it's that...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Massaging temple* I'm going to sleep. This has been one hell of a day with mixed up feelings and emotions... &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/1640972921662853627-6710822678499919029?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6710822678499919029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6710822678499919029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6710822678499919029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6710822678499919029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2011/01/end.html' title='End'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1990323723568681370</id><published>2010-12-18T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:15:30.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase</title><content type='html'>Mood: Annoyed&lt;br /&gt;Status: Rolling eyes to someone's voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, It's officially OVER. The exam was done, finish, over. I felt kind of free. But that letter came. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After 22 Nov 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The exam started and well, I was very very nervous. I didn't talk to my friends. It was the same as before when PMR began. But this lasted for 4 weeks. And well, PMR only lasted for 1... I tried to forget about every subject in every way after I finish that subject. So, I guess I'll not talk about it here. After all, I need succeed on that task. It's over anyway, so don't pick on the past that may damage the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After Biology Examination&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was already depressed about the previous paper. And I went home for my lunch. Just when I was reviewing for my paper 3 then my sister scream my name from the outside. Saying that I got it. I never realized that I was chosen for the program. Then it kinda disturbed me for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After the examination&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was so happy. I couldn't actually wait for the exams to finish and I started talking to my friends. Probably it's because I had already given up. *cackles evilly* I began my downloading spree. Seriously I had like 4 series of anime to catch up and each of them had already reach up to 11 episodes. I only downloaded 5 of each! Anyway, it was a bliss to use the computer so freely again without any worries. Well, the only worries was my National Service(NS). Then one of my friends had some problems. For real, I felt the urge to punch him in the face for his cold response. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15th December 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My friends birthday had finally came. And it's the official day that me and my whole class finished our exams! We party like mad at my friend's birthday party help at her house. Mostly everyone came and we had some delicious food and cake! I had cheese and chocolate. I liked the chocolate most. Maybe the cheese didn't look a bit appealing since I ate at a few days ago to celebrate my grandfather's birthday and to make it worse. It's a banana cheese cake. *Shivers* Who in the world invented that cake? Who can they eat it? *Sticks out tongue* &lt;strike&gt;No offense to those who liked it.&lt;/strike&gt; Anyway I played MahJong there. Won only once and it was all thanks to that auntie. *Laughs* I was so blur the whole way. Then we played Wii. At first I let my friend play uh... something related to Samurai's... It turned out completely boring as you only swing the controller around aimlessly. Then they change to boxing. I was laughing like mad until I fell onto the floor. &lt;strike&gt;Actually, I was already on the floor.&lt;/strike&gt; Hah! Oh man, I can't explain. It's like doing exercise, only random words kept coming out from your mouth. It was my turn and we played UP. I was completely clueless and so was my friend. We drive our plane around and kept shooting aimlessly. We changed again to Mario Kart. And we stuck there playing again and again until 12 am. I felt sheepish since my friend's family is already getting ready to sleep. *Laughs* Sorry ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16th December 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I woke up at 7. And I slept at 1. I was cranky and quickly did my chores. Got ready to go to Sunway for my PI annual High-Tea. Arrived there at 1 something and went directly to the comic store since not that much people gather yet. I really wanted to buy some of it but.... Heh... I really don't know what to do about it when I bought it... So I pushed it away. Eh... I can download it online anyway... I'm really sorry to the mangaka's. My parents really oppose me on buying stuff that are useless. And they didn't really give me money. And I'm really sensitive about money. They finished buying it and we went back to the gathering place. And... I heard that everyone was already here but they went to their separate ways since the teacher isn't even there yet. Well, everyone was discussing if it is worth it to spend 20 dollars on the buffet. We, form 5 didn't care anyway, so we went it and ate to our heart's content. We attacked the sushi bar first! *Laughs* Then went for the main course. Then dessert, cakes, yum and I screamed for ice cream. Not literally. *Chuckles* Throughout the whole meal form 5's were completely deserted from the others. Their saying of, I'm gonna miss you and thank you for all these years. My ass. All of it was completely fool's talk. I have eyes people. I know you guys don't really appreciate us. When the teacher arrived, I expected her to sit with us. Guess what, she sat with them, It's like two completely different worlds between us. Well, I was starting to regret that why the hell did I work my ass off to help you guys out even though we form 5's are having our exams soon. Huh. All sweet talk. And I'm tired of it. I'm cursing you guys ya know. Have fun next year without us. I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and my family went shopping for our home supplies, Singapore trip and my NS. We spent 2 hours there and end up spending 500 bucks. My heart aches though. But it's shopping for 3 events. So I guess it's okay. Oh! Anyone liked my layout? I loved it, its been like 4 months since the last time I updated my layout. I found the perfect music app!!! Yay! It's the one I had been looking for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18th December 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yay! A special day! *Grins like mad* I ain't telling. I'm just happy for them. They looked so cute together.&amp;nbsp; *Giggles* Wheee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long update yeah? I'm so proud. I guess I won't be able to update in awhile since I'm going to Singapore on Monday and I'm going to NS on the 3rd of Jan. Well.... Don't miss me so much. But I'll miss you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1990323723568681370?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1990323723568681370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1990323723568681370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1990323723568681370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1990323723568681370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/12/chase.html' title='Chase'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-8643875408517260510</id><published>2010-11-22T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:55:19.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here</title><content type='html'>Mood: Nervous&lt;br /&gt;Status: Going to shut off the com as soon as I posted this.. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;(I hope)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, D-Day is here... Tomorrow that is... I know I'm not suppose to go online... But I have a perfectly good excuse, that is I'm searching for last minute tips for the paper tomorrow.... It's BM.... I can't study the karangan as I already did on Fri... My mind's all jumbled up.... Guh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wish me luck that I get at least 8 or 9 A's... I don't really wish for all of it to get pluses.... Since I know that it's quite impossible for me... I'll wish SPM-takers good luck too and aim well... You never know you can land among the stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie signing out. Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-8643875408517260510?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/8643875408517260510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=8643875408517260510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8643875408517260510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8643875408517260510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/11/here.html' title='Here'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-5980673395212185716</id><published>2010-10-31T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:58:26.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick</title><content type='html'>Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Status: Distracted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make this quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TO MY FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ANNE YONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-5980673395212185716?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/5980673395212185716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=5980673395212185716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5980673395212185716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5980673395212185716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/10/quick.html' title='Quick'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-4106065996093112041</id><published>2010-10-23T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T13:02:31.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>Mood: Refer to above title&lt;br /&gt;Status: Guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... It's been awhile... And... This won't be a serious post... And someone maybe appose to this topic... But I still find it funny.. *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing nations on FaceBook... This issue came up... And I.... Had no idea how to solve it... Dang it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Protesters are outside the Capitol  asking for the government's official stance on same-sex marriage.  There  is no law for or against it up to now, and citizens on both sides of  the issue demand a decision.  Do you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input name="submit" type="hidden" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="form"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td class="form_field"&gt;&lt;input name="res" type="radio" value="312" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Make same-sex marriage illegal and toss anyone who wants it  legalized out of Malice?&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td class="form_field"&gt;&lt;input name="res" type="radio" value="313" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Explain that you feel same-sex marriage to be morally improper,  and define marriage in Malice as a union between one man and one woman?&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td class="form_field"&gt;&lt;input name="res" type="radio" value="314" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Explain that marriage is a religious institution and that you will  leave such matters up to religious leaders, but you are willing to make  civil unions legal?&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td class="form_field"&gt;&lt;input name="res" type="radio" value="315" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Make same-sex marriage legal?  Who are you to stand between two  people in love?&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td class="form_field"&gt;&lt;input name="res" type="radio" value="316" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Decide that any person in Malice should be allowed to marry  themselves to anything they wish and pass laws making marriage free for  all and to anything?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... It's still on my list of issue.... *Screams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-4106065996093112041?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/4106065996093112041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=4106065996093112041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4106065996093112041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4106065996093112041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/10/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1139815247185168692</id><published>2010-10-17T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:21:00.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Anime 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: Calm&lt;br /&gt;Status: Hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I come back with this after 2 weeks? Yeah, my trials are finished but the official one isn't even here yet... So, nothing much... I don't even want to talk about my trip to Times Square.... Oh yeah, I'm only proud about this that day... I busted my phone on one of the rides. Hah! Now I'm stuck with another old phone, when it's about time I get a NEW one. The busted one was a temporary, THIS old one was also a temporary... Well, I don't know when will I get a OFFICIAL one.... Well, that's my destiny.... I'm never going to get a new phone, always getting the second-hand phones...... *Drag a sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maa.... I know it's late... And they even released the first episode... It's my tradition to post it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The followings are  the Fall Anime: (Coming out around October)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;★Super Robot Taisen OG: The Inspector&lt;br /&gt;★Sora no Otoshimono F&lt;br /&gt;★Panty &amp;amp; Stocking with Garterbelt&lt;br /&gt;★MM!&lt;br /&gt;★Bakuman.&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will   Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Tegami Bachi Reverse&lt;br /&gt;★Hakuouki: Hekketsu-roku&lt;br /&gt;★Yumeiro Pâtissière Professional&lt;br /&gt;★Star Driver: Kagayaki no Takuto&lt;br /&gt;★Psychic Detective Yakumo (Shinrei Tantei Yakumo)&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will   Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ore no Imouto ga Konna ni Kawaii Wake ga Nai&lt;br /&gt;★Hyakka Ryouran Samurai Girls&lt;br /&gt;★Arakawa Under the Bridge × Bridge&lt;br /&gt;★You Are Umasou TV&lt;br /&gt;★Yosuga no Sora&lt;br /&gt;★Otome Youkai Zakuro&lt;br /&gt;★Shinryaku! Ika Musume&lt;br /&gt;★Tachi Yumaru Gekijou&lt;br /&gt;★Motto To LOVE-Ru -Trouble-&lt;br /&gt;★Kami nomi zo Shiru Sekai&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;(Might  Consider...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Agriculture Girl!&lt;br /&gt;★Tantei Opera Milky Holmes&lt;br /&gt;★Togainu no Chi&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will   Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Soredemo Machi wa Mawatteiru&lt;br /&gt;★Karl to Fushigi na Tou&lt;br /&gt;★Toaru Majutsu no Index II&lt;br /&gt;★Fortune Arterial: Akai Yakusoku&lt;br /&gt;★Robin With His 100 Friends&lt;br /&gt;★Kuragehime&lt;br /&gt;★Hidamari Sketch × ☆ ☆ ☆ Special&lt;br /&gt;★Ichi-go ichi-e ~Kimino Kotoba~&lt;br /&gt;★Hidamari Sketch × ☆ ☆ ☆ Special&lt;br /&gt;★Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn&lt;br /&gt;★Rita et Machin&lt;br /&gt;★Kakko Kawaii Sengen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!!!! I'm gone crazy!!!! I'm definitely watching Togainu no Chi, I don't care if it's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;, that Manga was been keeping me hanging for a real long time!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1139815247185168692?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1139815247185168692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1139815247185168692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1139815247185168692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1139815247185168692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-anime-2010.html' title='Fall Anime 2010'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1301915244328100390</id><published>2010-09-24T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:14:26.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Status: My left hand's cramping right now and yes. I am left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where have I vanished off to? Maybe I was burying myself under my heavy and painfully think reference books? Maybe I was locked into a room with no computer and TV's? Maybe I was just hanging myself from the ceiling...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do the last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I was busy with my trials... It started on Thurs... And 10 more days to go, not counting the weekends. The first day was okay for me... I did struggle on the BM essays a bit.. and a bit over at the composition part... But, overall, I think I'll at least get a B or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had English papers today... The essay paper had two parts, one is directed writing another was continuous.. I did nicely(I think) on the first part then I sucked big time on the next one.... There was only like 2 more minutes left and I had to rush to write everything down... I'm sitting at the first two rows and the teachers usually collected ours first... I already finished tying my papers together then, DAMN my shaking and trembling fingers, I ripped the string out from my papers! Dang it! By the time the teacher came to my desk, I was busy untying the knot... I was retying it again then the teacher had to say this! "The others who did not hand in will have to answer *Enter my English teacher's name here*." I was like rushing! When I finally handed in, I fricking found out I LEFT OUT a piece! I had to ask for my paper again, rip the thread, find a new one and retie it! The teacher was waiting for me and I was trying so HARD to tie it back again.... I figured the teacher got tired of waiting and took the paper and help me tie it instead..... I couldn't stop trembling after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! I handed my &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (note the bold) paper in in shreds! God! I hope my English teacher won't mind it. Now my left hand is cramping since I wrote too much just in two days....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off praying..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1301915244328100390?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1301915244328100390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1301915244328100390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1301915244328100390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1301915244328100390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/09/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6783943810530256291</id><published>2010-08-29T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:38:43.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoucement</title><content type='html'>Mood: Worried&lt;br /&gt;Status: Debating to update of renew my layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, found a few layouts that are fairly nice... Seriously, nothing caught my interest these days... I always say that I would update my layout for like every 4 months? And now? What? 5 or 6 months has passed in a whoosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did update my LJ. I've been writing a looot of stories lately. Ushered by my friends. I don't think they're particularly nice. It's just pointless and never-ending fluff. I'm starting to think that I'm pretty desperate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I really wanted to renew my layout and I seriously need to find a music widget that loads right when someone visits that site, not those kind where you have to actually scroll down and see it then it'll only loads. Ugh... Once I find it, I'll think about updating again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's been nagging around again. Study study study.... Man, I've been at school for 6 hours and then I come back home. After like 3 or 4 more hours, I have tuition again for 1 or 2 hours. Dang it! I have to rest woman. I know you adults working are harder then working and you guys would trade anything to get back your youth. Who wouldn't? I would just like to relax, &lt;strike&gt;ok, maybe overly relaxed,&lt;/strike&gt; for now. Heck, past-takers crammed up their studies at the last minute and what do they get in the end? FULL STRAIGHT A'S. Not that I'm confident that I'll get it too. But... *Considers a bit* Man... They seriously have one huge brain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus. Amazing Race Asia is back again and guess what? I'm have my trails during the broadcast of the first fricking episode. Why? Why AXN?! Damn you! Can't you just wait for next year?! It wouldn't be hard right I mean there's nothing happening for the last 1 year. Adding one more won't hurt.... For some yeah. But me! I'm hurt to the..... core!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... What the hell! I don't freaking care anymore! To hell with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spits blood on screen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.... *Wipes blood* I'll go check on my layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-6783943810530256291?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6783943810530256291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6783943810530256291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6783943810530256291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6783943810530256291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/08/annoucement.html' title='Annoucement'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-2644375573482542568</id><published>2010-08-01T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:39:03.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visible</title><content type='html'>Written on 31st July 2010 at 5.31PM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hyper&lt;br /&gt;Status: Wondering where am I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DO YOU SEE AN EGG BESIDE THE BLOG?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;DAMN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND I'LL BE HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-2644375573482542568?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/2644375573482542568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=2644375573482542568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/2644375573482542568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/2644375573482542568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/07/visible.html' title='Visible'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1448985168602253004</id><published>2010-08-01T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:07:13.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged No. 12</title><content type='html'>Mood: Annoyed&lt;br /&gt;Status: Singing Maroon 5's This Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised I'll be back didn't I? Well, I'm here and I'm going to that tag. There'll be a lot of cussing on the first one. So, be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Ten Different Things I wish I  could Say to 10 Different People.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; You are f***ing annoying. Would you just shut up? It's not my fault and you have to kept going on nagging and nagging. Isn't your mouth tired? I'm not even related to that problem. Do what you have to do and I do what I have to do! I want to do what I want and I'll do it whenever I want to f***ing DO it! Don't blame kids! You gave us the choice to choose and in the end you blame US?! Then what's the point of asking us?! Just for kicks? Don't complain when we chose what , you knew what we're going to choose then DON'T ask if you don't like our answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not smart. I know. But do you have to add salt into my wounds? I know your smart and perfect. Every single thing I did, what did you do to them? Take them over. What do I have left? NOTHING. Accept the fact that people can be BETTER than you. You can't have all the attention. I did everything to get it and you? You just floated over to me and got about EVERYTHING I tried so hard to get. You never noticed that sometimes your actions can insult others. I've always tried so hard to impress people. You only needed a few to. I tried impressing you, in the end, you said something and my confidence will never heal again. Think before you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;I know you don't like me. I'm sorry. I don't even know what I did  wrong. You treat me differently than the others. I know I sound paranoid  and like I would like your attention. Sometimes, you were the same.  Your words had always insulted me. I know I'm not important in anyone's  life. But do you have to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate you changing. I hate you treating us differently. You call yourself fair. I doubt it. If you want to prove it, start by evening out the differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To be honest, I'm always jealous of you. I know you aren't perfect in everyone's eyes but you have the guts to tell your friends about everything. For me? I just stand behind everyone's shadow. Waiting to be notice. You're flawless and you lead a happy carefree life. I did everything to impress everyone and you? You just did what you had to do. And that was what made me happy that your near by me, giving me the courage that sometimes you don't have to do what the others expect you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't like your temper. I hate people with a short fuse. Don't go all angry on me when I did nothing wrong. If I did, freaking TELL me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You were one great person. You have tons of friends and they adore you. You told me once that you would never be like them. When I turn my back, you took back your words and treated it as if you never spoke a word about it. I can never be like you. I can never be anyone else. I did something like them, you stabbed me at the back. Did I ever did that to you? No. I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I know I owed you a lot. My heart will turn sour whenever I thought  about that incident. I never said sorry once directly to you. I don't  even have the guts to meet your eyes. I bet you can feel that I'm  ignoring you. I can feel that you think I'm a faker too. Who else is  pure in this world? I just wanted to say sorry but you'll understand  that I can never say in front of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate you. Be yourself. Don't be f***ing paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;--If you don't like it. Get out of my site. My ramblings and I won't tell who is related to this. So, don't even think about asking me. If you think that's you, I don't know, maybe it's you, maybe not. Sometimes, it's not what you think it was.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;Nine Things About Myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like to surf the net. Who else doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;2. I love music.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am born lazy.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate to study school books.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't like being treated differently as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm not the person who you think I am.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm always thinking about how others think.&lt;br /&gt;8. I suck at speaking in front of others.&lt;br /&gt;9. I never will hate music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;Eight Ways to Win my Heart in Relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He must be taller then me. &lt;br /&gt;2. He doesn't smoke and drink.&lt;br /&gt;3. He needs to be responsible in everything.&lt;br /&gt;4. Never hesitating. Ever determined. But there's a limit.&lt;br /&gt;5. Voice. I prefer deep ones.&lt;br /&gt;6. Quarter part of him can be sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;7. Loyal.&lt;br /&gt;8. Have a sense of humor. He does the talking most of the time and doesn't even care if I'm even listening to him or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;Seven Things that crossed my Mind A Lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Manga&lt;br /&gt;3. Anime&lt;br /&gt;4. Money&lt;br /&gt;5. Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;6. Time&lt;br /&gt;7. Studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;Six Things I do before I Fall Asleep:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shutting of the laptop&lt;br /&gt;2. Reading books&lt;br /&gt;3. Play with my phone&lt;br /&gt;4. Delete my messages&lt;br /&gt;5. Think about what's going to happen tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;6. Stare into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Five People who Means A Lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anne&lt;br /&gt;2. Mandy&lt;br /&gt;3. Yvonne&lt;br /&gt;4. Cally&lt;br /&gt;5. Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;Four Things You are Wearing Right Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. Pants&lt;br /&gt;3. Necklace&lt;br /&gt;4. Hairband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;Three Songs That You Listen to Often:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Trust Me - Matsushita Yuuya&lt;br /&gt;2. Dreamscape - FictionJunction Kaori&lt;br /&gt;3. Monsoon - Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;Two Things You Want To Do Before You Die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a headphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;One Confession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always am childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Tag who:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anne, Mandy, Yvonne(She probably won't do it), anyone else who loves to do tags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1448985168602253004?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1448985168602253004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1448985168602253004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1448985168602253004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1448985168602253004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/08/tagged-no-12.html' title='Tagged No. 12'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-924083779471759863</id><published>2010-07-31T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:37:38.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Anime 2010</title><content type='html'>Yeah... Where the hell have I disappear to.. Apparently... No where... Just lazy to update... I wanted to.. But I'm always distracted... Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know that this is way late and it's already starting to show... But anyway, I still wanted to post it up... Just to show that I actually care about this... I'm starting to type Yvonne's story... Maybe that's why I'm lazy to type here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there'll be another post coming up tomorrow... I'm sure it'll be fun... Well, for me... Thanks Adele, I really need something to spill my guts out and nobody knows what or who am I talking about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The followings are the Summer Anime: (Coming out around July)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ookami-san to Shichinin no Nakama-tachi&lt;br /&gt;★Kuroshitsuji II&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will  Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Amagami SS&lt;br /&gt;★The Legend of the Legendary Heroes (Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu)&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will   Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Shukufuku no Campanella&lt;br /&gt;★Mitsudomoe&lt;br /&gt;★Seitokai Yakuindomo&lt;br /&gt;★Sekirei ~Pure Engagement~&lt;br /&gt;★Gakuen Mokushiroku: High School of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;★Seikimatsu Occult Gakuin&lt;br /&gt;★Nurarihyon no Mago&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Will   Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Tono to Issho (TV)&lt;br /&gt;★Stitch! ~Zutto Saikou no Tomodachi~&lt;br /&gt;★Digimon: Xros Wars&lt;br /&gt;★Strike Witches 2&lt;br /&gt;★Shiki&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;(Might  Consider...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Asobi ni Iku yo!&lt;br /&gt;★Sengoku Basara Two&lt;br /&gt;★Kaichu!&lt;br /&gt;★Cat Shit One -The Animated Series-&lt;br /&gt;★MonHun Nikki Girigiri Airuu-mura Airuu Kiki Ippatsu&lt;br /&gt;★Mokei Senshi Gunpla Builders Beginning G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... Am I forgiven now? Yes?! Yay! See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-924083779471759863?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/924083779471759863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=924083779471759863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/924083779471759863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/924083779471759863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-anime-2010.html' title='Summer Anime 2010'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1810755936864150996</id><published>2010-07-04T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T10:24:32.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>Mood: Hyper&lt;br /&gt;Status: Drinking Lots of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why updated? Wanna know why? I'm gonna tell you! *Mad laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally got my external hard-drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have something to write for fanfiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sorority Life is easier to play now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spain won against Paraguay in FIFA World Cup!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Germany is going to kick his ass! *Evil Laugh*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure of Ludwig(Germany)'s gonna win... Since their Striker got held back from playing for getting two yellow cards from the match with Argentina... He's the main striker ya know.... *Depressed*&lt;br /&gt;Another this amusing me is that for Hetalia fan's, you could clearly see that behind Ludwig and Antonio(Spain) is the Italian brothers cheering....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Picture in my mind*&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Somewhere in South Africa&lt;br /&gt;Italia: Wai! Doitsu's gonna play with Antonio-nii! I don't know who to cheer for... *Starts panicking*&lt;br /&gt;Ludwig: ....&lt;br /&gt;Italia: I'll definitely cheer for you! Um... And Antonio-nii too... *Voice getting smaller*&lt;br /&gt;Ludwig: *Pats Italia's head and sighs* Either one is fine. I have practice now, just stay here and don't move around...&lt;br /&gt;Italia: Hai~ *Flowers blooming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Somewhere in er.... South Africa?&lt;br /&gt;Antonio: Yes! I beat Paraguay!&lt;br /&gt;Romano: Of course you did, you tomato bastard, or else I'll beat you into a pulp!&lt;br /&gt;Antonio: Romano! You came to see me practice? I'm so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;Romano: *Blushes and looks away* N-no! I just ... came to see how you lose!&lt;br /&gt;Antonio: *Laughs nervously* Right... Well, I have to go practice now. I'm playing with Doitsu next.&lt;br /&gt;Romano: You better beat that potato bastard you hear me?! Beat HIM!! *Raised his fist*&lt;br /&gt;Antonio: Yes, yes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny no? Well, at least for me.... Alright have to go now... I'm cheering for Ludwig! Yesterday's match with Argentina was awesome! 4 to 0! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah! Happy Birthday to Alfred... I still hate him though....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1810755936864150996?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1810755936864150996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1810755936864150996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1810755936864150996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1810755936864150996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/07/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6278454076127095367</id><published>2010-06-14T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:22:40.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame</title><content type='html'>Mood: Unhappy&lt;br /&gt;Status: Wanting to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect me to update about my trip to Sunway did you? Well.... I don't have to mood to... So, I think I'll skip this trip... Many things happened and I don't want to talk about it, just brings back those unwanted memories of being unwanted, shunned away, ****ing blamed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to yell this: "SHUT THE HELL UP."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-6278454076127095367?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6278454076127095367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6278454076127095367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6278454076127095367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6278454076127095367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/06/blame.html' title='Blame'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-317404928700249387</id><published>2010-06-07T11:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:05:51.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mood: Okay&lt;br /&gt;Status: Feeling guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... How long was it.... How freaking long was it that I did not update? One month... And there was only one post listed on the month of May. I'm such a loser...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over. And I'm free. Temporarily. Trial and the real SPM isn't over yet. I didn't even touch a single book since the holidays started... Which was two days ago. What I did was going online, online, online. And crap, tons of manga and anime updates! I have to download everything! Especially a new anime I found interest in... Damn. It was cute! The art wasn't exactly looking forward to, I even ignored it at the first glance... But once I watched it, the main character was simply cute and naive! Oh... How I love him! And his new found "employer"... He wears a 'pink' yukata-like clothes... I'm not sure it's a yukata of not... AND he is a playboy..... *Enter silence here* ...Yeah... Didn't expect the main character would protect a playboy, did you? The anime is called: "Sarai-ya Goyou", "House of five leaves". Spoiler ahead. If you don't want to read the spoiler. Ignore the striked words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The "employer" kidnap people for a living. He's the leader, of course. He took interest in the main character since he is a bodyguard and had mad skills of a samurai. He's so cool when he fights! He doesn't stand out much because he's kinda embarassed when people is looking at him. And the employer tries to get him into the group and it would be complete. Of course, someone like him wouldn't enter a group like that... &lt;/strike&gt;So.... It's only up to episode 4 right now.... Trying not to explode waiting for it... And the opening theme song is awesome! Sung by Immi. She's kinda new to me and I haven't listen to her other songs yet... Here's the song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sign of Love - Immi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjmKV7HB4Ag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjmKV7HB4Ag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded Nodame Cantabile!!! Movie!! Part 1.Yay! It's a 1GB file! And I finish downloading it in one day! The internet that day was the best! I was using torrent too.. Shocked... It was awesome!! But they bloody left a minor cliffy at the end! Noooooo......... Now I have to wait.... Nodame! Don't cry! Trailer below. Anyone wants the movie? I can share.. But not online of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DKg196VJj8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DKg196VJj8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly! ARASHI'S monster came out! Its was cool! I love their dance! *Fangirl scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monster - Arashi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LuGTEsU4w8s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LuGTEsU4w8s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all I'm going to say for now... Ignore the oversize issue of the videos.... Can't fix it... I'm going out this Sunday... Can't wait! See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-317404928700249387?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/317404928700249387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=317404928700249387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/317404928700249387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/317404928700249387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/06/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-7163120662334201940</id><published>2010-05-05T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:05:19.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best</title><content type='html'>Ah... My birthday is here... I managed to pick out my tight schedule to post something up here. Kidding. *Laughs* I'll probably post the full details the next day seeing that I don't have much time left to type. Or the next day after that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can only sum up everything in one sentence. "It is the one of my best days in my life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;Edited on Thur 7 May   at 5.22pm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.... Now only I had the time to update... Planned to update yesterday, but the internet just had to hate me and kept resetting.... *Sighed* Anyway, I hope it's not to late yet... So many people's birthday lands on 5th of May and I know it's special. *Beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday! to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hibari Kyouya (KHR)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Takashi Morinozuka (Ouran)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hana (Heavenly Hockey Club)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laughs* Anyway, here's an update on that day. I didn't really get the chance to take pictures of my present after opening since I don't have a camera and well... My dad's is uh... bothersome... So, if Yvonne manages to post it up on FB, I'll copy it to here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went to school as usual and waited, as usual. My friend came and she wished me with her present, it was wrapped up, so I didn't know what was inside. We chatted until another friend of mine came and she too gave her present which is a cute little bun keychain and a notebook. Her letter was sweet and "We'll always be friends, eventhough we went our separate ways, we have emails and FB. Haha! But be sure to inform me either when you change emails or something.". Another friend came by and wished me with a sweet hug. I was happy that I knew that I have many friends beside me. Not long after that, another friend dropped by and presented me with her present. Seeing it, I raised up my voice because my face was on the very first page on the little book. Of course, I'll hide it. But the pages and words were so sweet! I was very touched with all the presents! And it was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went on as usual and we went back to class. Some of my classmates wished me and I was quite shocked... Especially Jessica who went to a bother to get me a card.And then someone counted down and started singing the Birthday song. Gosh, I was so embarrassed and I thanked them. I was very happy. Teaching went on and then the fire alarm rang. It was a drill and we were tortured under the hot Sun. Legs nearly got cramped by squatting down for a long time. The whole time I was at the field, I was quite angry with the teachers... One of them said that we were afraid to standing under the hot Sun. Hello? Who isn't? You teachers can stand under the building's shades and us? We suffer while teachers chatted. That teacher also had to look at my friends and did something closed to scolding us. I'll try standing under the hot Sun when you teachers can manage to stay under it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything settled down until the end of the school. We had to stay back for activities and my friends (11 of them) gathered a 100 dollars just for my birthday which is like almost nine dollars per person. Everyone was really hyper for it and gobbled up in like 15 minutes. I didn't dare to eat a lot. After cleaning up, everyone went to their own activities separately. The rest of the day just passed by in a whoosh. My mom bought cake of course, and I decided to bring to school and give my friends... My sis wasn't too happy about it since she really wanted to eat it, I asked her to come by the next day and well, she didn't show up of course. So, it's not my fault. I was full once I ate it. *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, I'm 17 already... And getting older. I hope I can get my driving license now but no one wants to teach me or sent me to places that teaches driving. And Exams were just around the corner. I feel like sulking with a really heavy weight on my chest! Like really heavy. *Depressed* I won't be online for the next 4 weeks, that means... 1 MONTH!? *Gets more depressed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... I better end it here and play heartfully today....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-7163120662334201940?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/7163120662334201940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=7163120662334201940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7163120662334201940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7163120662334201940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/05/best.html' title='Best'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-803652478949021710</id><published>2010-04-17T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:02:28.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volcano</title><content type='html'>Mood: Giddy&lt;br /&gt;Status: Awed at the newly improved Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back? *Sticks out tongue* I like to laze off, mind you. With the time lesser than before, I used most of them to download shows and manga... Who to blame? Not the mangaka, not me, not the studies.... Well, I don't really know who to blame.... &lt;strike&gt;Mostly I just wanted to blame the studying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went online since.... 8.30 in the morning until now. *Laughs* It's almost 12 hours straight. I started downloading Gackt's album "Re:Born" My friends would know why did I download it. I was curious! And his voice was like Dasoku's but a little higher?&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I surfed the net and my parents was watching yesterday's news on TV. It's in Chinese and then I heard Iceland's volcano erupting. At first, I wasn't alert about it since I rarely hear Iceland's name in Chinese then my sis went "where is Iceland?" in Chinese. My dad replied: "Iceland." I shot up immediately. I couldn't believe Iceland's volcano actually erupted. I mean, it's ICELAND! I thought everything was practically frozen up or the temperature was really cold that the volcano couldn't be alive. So, the thought of the citizens there would be suffering flashed though my mind. I pitied them. After that, I forgot about it. *Chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I went image surfing next because I really wanted to change my Facebook profile picture. Then KHR popped up and this time with a cosplay with it. I searched for fan arts first. They were so handsome! But I can't simply just put any pics since friends of mine had like claimed over it. And I can't really put Hibari, I'm not like him at all, only the same birthday. Then I see Byakuran being cosplayed and the cosplayer was awesome! I can't really tell if the cosplayer is a girl or a boy... But after research, she is a girl. Her other cosplay is nice, but I think her Byakuran cosplay is beautiful due to the picture taking angle. A snap of a picture with true talent can change it all. Then I found one Bel's and Tsuna's cosplay. It was gorgeous! Tsuna's cosplay was so cute! It was Tsuna laying on the school table, asleep in his folded arms. Then a jacket was draped over him and was Hibari's!!! *Swooning* I went "awwww" all the way. Japanese people's fan art was so beautiful! I wanted to save everything that caught my eyes, but that will violate their rules. So, I was a good little girl and I just watched with my fingers itching to click the right-click to save it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was bored and decided to update the blog because I changed it every 4 months. And April is almost over, so better late then never. I found one cool widget from my picture surfing! It is Yamamoto and Gokudera's blog. It's Chinese though, so sorry to those who can't read it. BUT they are cute, ne? I used the whole afternoon to fix this blog yeah? It was frustrating. I got stuck at doing the background. They keep repeating and won't stick to the bottom right. So, I give up and stuck to this camera picture. After that, the header picture. *Depressed* I searched my whole folder of pics, and found lots of pictures that are so beautiful but some were too small and stayed on the left side while some were too white and the title couldn't be seen. In the end, I put Beautiful World up. I am satisfied. Blogger finally have a cut just like Livejournal's but they can't change the cut link name as it always have to be "More under the cut" but it's good they have it, they could improve it better. I'm not sure how they work but, I hope it's like LJ's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Hetalia's community and found a post related to Iceland's volcano. I never thought it would turn out that Iceland was taking the eruption at a "revenge"... *Insert deadly silence here* The picture is with Iceland fanning the volcanic ashes towards Europe and you know how these ashes can do to the Airlines. They couldn't fly because of it and some of them even met with some accidents, I think. Many airplanes got stuck in England's hair and he was like glaring at Iceland. All the other nations is suffering from the ashes. I guess Icy wanted to revenge due to some economical reason. Like "Massive emigration wave hits Iceland".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it. Tomorrow I have to go back to school because of some function but don't worry we have a day off on Mon. *Laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-803652478949021710?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/803652478949021710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=803652478949021710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/803652478949021710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/803652478949021710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/04/volcano.html' title='Volcano'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6383326728921295387</id><published>2010-04-01T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:42:15.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Anime 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/S7Sh4EW8X7I/AAAAAAAAAfU/h3JKEBrMowg/s1600/1257175873764.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455163033267232690" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/S7Sh4EW8X7I/AAAAAAAAAfU/h3JKEBrMowg/s400/1257175873764.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 265px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[Italia: Let's get along together again this season, neh? Neh? Doitsu.&lt;br /&gt;Doitsu:....&lt;br /&gt;Japan: Please take care of us.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's late and I missed to post the winter anime 2009 but Yay! Hetalia Season 3! *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The followings are the Spring Anime: (Coming out around April)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Yutori-chan&lt;br /&gt;★Doubutsu Kankyou Kaigi: Animal Conference on the Environment&lt;br /&gt;★Ikkitousen: Xtreme Xecutor&lt;br /&gt;★Hetalia: Axis Powers Third Season&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt; (Will Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Shoka&lt;br /&gt;★Hana Kappa-kun&lt;br /&gt;★Marie &amp;amp; Gali ver. 2.0&lt;br /&gt;★Shin Koihime†Musou ~Otome Tairan~&lt;br /&gt;★Heroman&lt;br /&gt;★B Gata H Kei&lt;br /&gt;★Ookiku Furikabutte: Natsu no Taikai-hen&lt;br /&gt;★Kaichou wa Maid-sama!&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt; (Will Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ketsu-Inu&lt;br /&gt;★Ichiban Ushiro no Dai Maou&lt;br /&gt;★Angel Beats!&lt;br /&gt;★Ring ni Kakero 1: Shadow&lt;br /&gt;★Jewelpet Twinkle☆&lt;br /&gt;★SD Gundam Sangokuden Brave Battle Warriors&lt;br /&gt;★Major Sixth Season&lt;br /&gt;★Hakuouki: Shinsengumi Kitan&lt;br /&gt;★Metal Fight Beyblade: Baku&lt;br /&gt;★Hime Chen! Otogi Chikku Idol Lilpri&lt;br /&gt;★Giant Killing&lt;br /&gt;★Romance of the Three Kingdoms&lt;br /&gt;★Working!!&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt; (Will Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Arakawa under the Bridge&lt;br /&gt;★Kiss x Sis (TV)&lt;br /&gt;★Senkou no Night Raid&lt;br /&gt;★Mayoi Neko Overrun!&lt;br /&gt;★Rainbow: Nisha Rokubou no Shichinin&lt;br /&gt;★K-ON!! (Season 2)&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;(Might  Consider...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitte Iru&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt; (Will Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★House of Five Leaves (Sarai-ya Goyou)&lt;br /&gt;★Magic Kaito&lt;br /&gt;★Yojou-Han Shinwa Taikei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! Happy? I am. *Chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;Edited on Sat 3 Apr  at 9.31am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit! I was stupid! Stupid stupid stupid! I forgot to wish happy birthday. I guess I was too busy with my essay and I didn't remember to post it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kimihiro Watanuki&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sakura Kinomoto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Li Syaoran (Tsubasa)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm really sorry I missed your birthdays! *Regretting*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-6383326728921295387?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6383326728921295387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6383326728921295387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6383326728921295387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6383326728921295387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-anime-2010.html' title='Spring Anime 2010'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/S7Sh4EW8X7I/AAAAAAAAAfU/h3JKEBrMowg/s72-c/1257175873764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-422798487564768259</id><published>2010-03-28T10:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:24:38.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice</title><content type='html'>Mood: Okay&lt;br /&gt;Status: Debating whether to do Lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I'm not boasting here and there is a lot of spoilers. So, I took my time to make a link to my livejournal, in case you guys hate spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I watched it yesterday! It was awesome! Since I watched it in 3D. The Alice in Wonderland by Tim Burton which everyone is talking about now. It was twisted. *Laughs* And I love it. Or is it because I didn't read the actual story of Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. I did watch the animated Alice but never anything about Through the Looking Glass. Tim's Alice doesn't really go through the book since it didn't really focus on the rhymes, poems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/TEMP/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 226px; height: 270px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:wjk_7glUkS5krM::www.darkinthedark.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Alice-mia-wasikowska-in-alice-in-wonderland_vf.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=245&amp;amp;w=206&amp;amp;usg=__01bqK8R8LZOm92KRFIm3iVuihD8=" id="imgb" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Hatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/caz87/Films/small_388284.jpg" id="imgb" width="269" height="405" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:hAZMfBnUpCJ0jM::images.allmoviephoto.com/2010_Alice_in_Wonderland/2010_alice_in_wonderland_red_queen.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=285&amp;amp;w=178&amp;amp;usg=__JgJgaTFJ5XsJhvQdpuBDNgDtmQk=" id="imgb" width="241" height="387" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/A/Alice_in_Wonderland/Posters/alice_in_wonderland_character_poster_white_queen_anne_hathaway_01.jpg" id="imgb" width="252" height="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Main characters of Alice in Wonderland]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://miharu-05.livejournal.com/10428.html#cutid1"&gt;Link to spoilers&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people said the shows boring, but I think they don't really get the story. When I was watching, I was really into the mood but my sister who was sitting beside me and a foreigner. They were so ANNOYING. My sister kept rustling with the popcorn and the foreigner kept standing up, shaking wrinkles out from her sweater and doing her hair. Is it because the movie was boring?! But can they at least consider other people?! Fine! Forget about them. *Pissed off* I met a few French people too... They took our spot, I think they thought it was first come first serve service.. They were the first one in and they took the best seats which was ours, we booked the ticket one week earlier, that's why. *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pavillion to watch it by the way. The parking there costs 12 bucks. Totally killed my father's wallet. There are a lot of people there waiting to buy tickets. And then I saw the poster for KAIJI! I pointed at the poster like mad. Because BOTH L and Light of Death Note are acting! I thought Light was the only one I know then there was one particular guy in one of the pictures there, quite small and bam! It's L. This made me want to watch it more! It's about gambling your life. Here are the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KAIJI&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:A3av8IFMqaSFbM"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 209px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:A3av8IFMqaSFbM" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Release Date:&lt;/span&gt; 18 March 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Language:&lt;/span&gt; Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genre:&lt;/span&gt; Thriller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director:&lt;/span&gt; Toya Sato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast:&lt;/span&gt; Tatsuya Fujiwara, Ken'ichi Matsuyama, Teruyuki Kagawa, Yuki Amami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt; "Kaiji: The Ultimate Gambler" is an exciting psychological thriller starring Tatsuya Fujiwara as Kaiji, man forced to enter a deadly gambling competition aboard a cruise ship, to erase a large financial debt. Based on Nobuyuki Fukumoto's hit manga series which has sold over 11 million copies, Kaiji is a 26 year-old job-hopping bum who suddenly finds himself riddled in debt after a shadowy loan company informs him that he is responsible for a loan taken by his friend (who has since gone missing) and whom he casually co-signed as a loan guarantor for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Waiting.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-422798487564768259?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/422798487564768259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=422798487564768259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/422798487564768259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/422798487564768259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice.html' title='Alice'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-2453876157451393068</id><published>2010-03-25T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:00:21.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>Mood: Meh&lt;br /&gt;Status: Listening to China's Character song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... First post in March when it's almost the end of the month.... Well, I'm lazy.... Who isn't lazy.... Uh.... Many things happened.... School, home, life..... It changes a lot.... Well, I did well in my first exams, I think but I don't think I'll have great results on the coming exams.... If I were to have good results, I would be studying right now.... and lookie here.... I'm going online... Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Home... Family okay... Little arguing here and there. Dad bought a new LCD TV when he could have got me a new hand phone or an external hard drive..... Tsh... He says this TV is for us, but I think it's mostly bought for his own pleasure.... Tired as usual, doing house chores... And I think that's about it... My mind's blank....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School... Got a place in the Red cross... Secretary... But as the assistant... I still remember when they were choosing the places... Pretty much, I was mostly ignored by some of the Form 5 especially the head. One of them did nominate me but the head quickly searched for another girl to fill the place... I was slightly disappointed... In the end I wasn't chosen... But I still stuck around and the chosen assistant secretary decided to drop and he asked me to replace him... I gladly took it, I need at least one post. The head doesn't like me much... When I ask him questions he mostly just answered and ignored me... I don't know what I did.... Maybe he hated me naturally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship... Yeah... It's starting to crumble... But I can't say much about it... Cuz, you know... Conflict....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.... Oh yeah.... I'm addicted to Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn! *Laughs* The characters were awesome!! I practically couldn't hold myself when I'm sleeping, I was about to scream because I stopped at a cliffhanger. I was like thinking: "I will worship you." Lol. But that was a joke, don't think I'm crazy. Found lots of manga lately... Haha. I could never stop myself from downloading them. Me also into Livejournal. Was thinking of closing this one down and going over there, since I know how to fix the layout already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop here... KHR is waiting for me.... Here's one of the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/S6t6An779_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/-j23vdlKvW4/s1600/Guardians06_by_malionette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/S6t6An779_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/-j23vdlKvW4/s320/Guardians06_by_malionette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452585925001082866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[They are handsome, no?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-2453876157451393068?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/2453876157451393068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=2453876157451393068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/2453876157451393068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/2453876157451393068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/03/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/S6t6An779_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/-j23vdlKvW4/s72-c/Guardians06_by_malionette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-7751663727726218715</id><published>2010-02-28T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:51:38.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troublemaker</title><content type='html'>Mood: Excited&lt;br /&gt;Status: Still smiling from watching the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Arashi new Single PV! Kya! This time with a happy tune. I really hope that they do more songs like this often, Happiness, Kitto Daijoubu and this Song. *Cackles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nino... Sly as usual and Ohno.... So naive as usual.... I love this PV! And mainly it was shooting Sho cuz it was for his new drama... Kya!! Enjoy the vid! And love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. But they're really lovable ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcY8uuzUTnQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcY8uuzUTnQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-7751663727726218715?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/7751663727726218715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=7751663727726218715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7751663727726218715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7751663727726218715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/02/troublemaker.html' title='Troublemaker'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6021088293781117921</id><published>2010-02-17T10:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:29:56.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>Mood: Bleh&lt;br /&gt;Status: Bored to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cough* Wow... Dust... I know it's been a really looong time since I didn't even touch my blog... Well, what can I say... I'm lazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... I think I don't have any ideas to write since my ideas flew away.... Anyway, before the Chinese new year, I bought some clothes, most of them were doubled layered... I felt comfortable with it... Even though it's hot in them... I finally have boots! It was pretty nice, I don't know what happened to my dad's brain since he usually opposes us buying boots because he said that boots in this country was expensive and we don't wear it often. Well, since HE suggested us to buy a pair, how can I say no? *Cackles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really wanted the pants Italia is wearing.... My sis claims that its a boy's pants.... I sweatdropped in front of her... In this era, those clothes, it's considered boy's and GIRL'S pants.. Yeah? Right? I think so... I found one like this but it's a skirt.... Such a big letdown.... So... anyone have any idea where to buy the pants, please tell? This is the first time I ask someone to buy clothes for me.. *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/S3thC97Ag6I/AAAAAAAAAek/20LJlZm9jBk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/S3thC97Ag6I/AAAAAAAAAek/20LJlZm9jBk/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439047678589698978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[His pants]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Er.... That's all I think... Nothing to post up... Except that Arashi had a new single, Troublemaker... It's for Sho's new drama.... I hate it when they paired him up with Maki.... No~ *Cries*&lt;br /&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/1640972921662853627-6021088293781117921?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6021088293781117921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6021088293781117921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6021088293781117921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6021088293781117921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/02/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/S3thC97Ag6I/AAAAAAAAAek/20LJlZm9jBk/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1732008707870089052</id><published>2010-01-09T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:59:52.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High</title><content type='html'>Mood: High&lt;br /&gt;Status: Laughing from reading Kimi to Boku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho ho ho ho.... Nice? I love the new gadgets I found. *Laughs evilly* Like? No like? For me? I love! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of school was HELL. LITERARY. First day, Me as the Inventory Prefect had to work our heads off and was made to miss classes since there were LOTS of classes that was lacking of chairs and tables. Seriously, what will happen to this school if we didn't exist? School works was dumped on me and I even barely had the time to finish it. I still have to recap. Recap.. This is quite new to me.. In my 4 years of high school. I never did something like this at home. Or I did and I just forgot or something... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went online yesterday and guess what? BLISS UPDATED EVERY SINGLE THING! 4 days of not going online finally paid off! I was laughing like mad yesterday but my dad was there.... And I have to suck it in. About the imitation black drawing... Guh... I used 1 hour and 30 minutes to draw Len. And my drawing sucks big time. Seriously. His body was slanting way over to the right... and his face... Doesn't even look like a face. Then I found out that picture was the most hardest one to draw... I was so stupid when I went searching for easier ones.... That pic I was drawing... It's all pitch black when I print it out... And I had to follow the picture on the com... My neck nearly snapped in half... I was talking to them with this convo when I felt like I couldn't draw anymore. "I'm so sorry! *Sniff* I can't draw you! You guys are just to beautiful to let an amateur like me to draw you. I'm so Sorry! *Slam the drawing book shut*" I'm such a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I still have one Malay essay to do and I had no idea what to write..... Oh! One more thing, if you haven't realize yet, you can click on the Sleeping girl or the little note bouncing beside her. Wait for the surprise! xD The music player... It doesn't play by itself, so.... Click it if you want to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya. I think. If I survive another week of no internet. Darling~ You know I'll always miss you right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1732008707870089052?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1732008707870089052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1732008707870089052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1732008707870089052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1732008707870089052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/01/high.html' title='High'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-978113130499688678</id><published>2010-01-01T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:51:15.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another</title><content type='html'>Mood: Sad&lt;br /&gt;Status: Really hating this keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, another new year has arrived and I had to start suffering and bury myself in heaps and heaps of responsibility, homework, housework, responsibility, more homework and more housework. Ugh, I read books that tell your fortunes... 3 out of 12 months are ONLY my lucky months and non of them had my exams on it... This means... Say bye bye to my great results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart gets split into halves today. I can't believe we going to split. For all these years, 4 years to be exact, you were always there for me. When I'm down, angry, frustrated. You sometimes made me mad too. But I'll really miss you. Since my parents forbid us to be together, I'll think of some way to meet you. I can't live one day without you! Seriously! Oh man.... Do we have to do this? I don't want us to split...It's all that SPM fault... If he doesn't exist, we wouldn't need to meet each other in such a way... It's like we're doing something that isn't suppose to tell out to people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never fear! I' know that day of freedom will come. And we'll be together again. Forever and ever. You know I'll always love you right? *Sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Crying session going on, Please hold on for a moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sniff* Okay. Right. So... A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt; to all... and well, I wish you guys will have a great year and never be like me... Clinging onto the past and never letting go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Bye... *Tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-978113130499688678?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/978113130499688678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=978113130499688678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/978113130499688678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/978113130499688678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2010/01/another.html' title='Another'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6729379222356712110</id><published>2009-12-25T22:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:22:09.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chirstmas</title><content type='html'>I'm not too late to wish everyone a Merry Chirstmas right? It's not like I wanted to make it a belated wish. Had to go out with the family and go to functions and plus, my sister had to go online EVERY&lt;s&gt;damn&lt;/s&gt;DAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine... No swearing on this holy season... Here's my wish to everyone. Decided to dig out every Chirstmas-y Pics in my Hetalia folders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTN0GiPUmI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/y_H4F0V4M34/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTN0GiPUmI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/y_H4F0V4M34/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419182546624664162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Think about your past doings yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTNRu6cd-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/E151CiTYBgI/s1600-h/russiainwinter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTNRu6cd-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/E151CiTYBgI/s320/russiainwinter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419181956168185826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Try to be nice this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTNRZgCktI/AAAAAAAAAdY/V20-SfcEGE0/s1600-h/GermanyxPrussia221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTNRZgCktI/AAAAAAAAAdY/V20-SfcEGE0/s320/GermanyxPrussia221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419181950420292306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Try to forgive each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTNSchB87I/AAAAAAAAAd4/LdT2TDpKucU/s1600-h/TurkeyxGreece082.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTNSchB87I/AAAAAAAAAd4/LdT2TDpKucU/s320/TurkeyxGreece082.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419181968409621426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember your presents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTNSP4AUWI/AAAAAAAAAdw/N3U9z2Yk4iQ/s1600-h/SwedenxFinland051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTNSP4AUWI/AAAAAAAAAdw/N3U9z2Yk4iQ/s320/SwedenxFinland051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419181965016322402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dress up as a Chirstmas character yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTNRwp5EFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OlWs147_OcI/s1600-h/SpainxRomano682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTNRwp5EFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OlWs147_OcI/s320/SpainxRomano682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419181956635627602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Missed the important date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTM1ciGhdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/mGtV5j9Z1sA/s1600-h/b83094b31d9867169bf8278a3e7d8bbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTM1ciGhdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/mGtV5j9Z1sA/s320/b83094b31d9867169bf8278a3e7d8bbc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419181470197908946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a stroll in the park with your loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTM0xj69LI/AAAAAAAAAdA/jCZ4ByfW0AM/s1600-h/Anime1215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTM0xj69LI/AAAAAAAAAdA/jCZ4ByfW0AM/s320/Anime1215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419181458662814898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Threw a snowball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTM1jOsGTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aeSWZn6hu9Y/s1600-h/EnglandxAmerica056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTM1jOsGTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aeSWZn6hu9Y/s320/EnglandxAmerica056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419181471995533618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felt the cold hands of your loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTM0j9ozEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tu8uLHShp80/s1600-h/1226543554668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTM0j9ozEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tu8uLHShp80/s320/1226543554668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419181455012580418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a cup of hot chocolate in a warm cozy place with a book on your lap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTM0eyUSKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/08PamA3iivA/s1600-h/4774993_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTM0eyUSKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/08PamA3iivA/s320/4774993_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419181453622921378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lay on the cold soft snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Which is not safe as a landing place.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTNa5c5U2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/s2Oi1-PG438/s1600-h/USUKJapanItalyGermanyFranceRussi-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTNa5c5U2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/s2Oi1-PG438/s320/USUKJapanItalyGermanyFranceRussi-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419182113615860578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly, had a great Chirstmas with all your friends and family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had done one of above, then you certainly had a Christmas spirit in you. And, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist. You know, I really loved all these pictures.. Especially that picture of Turkey and Gre- Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MERRY CHIRSTMAS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And a happy new year!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/1640972921662853627-6729379222356712110?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6729379222356712110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6729379222356712110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6729379222356712110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6729379222356712110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/12/chirstmas.html' title='Chirstmas'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SzTN0GiPUmI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/y_H4F0V4M34/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-8295222349682494471</id><published>2009-12-14T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:25:37.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Mood: Sad&lt;br /&gt;Status: Sore from work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you. It ain't fun to do house chores. Since the first day of December, the maid went back and well, torture begins that day. But all the chores I did, comes with payment of course. I ain't doing it for free. Heh. My fingers are starting to get all wrinkly and I had to apply hand lotion every night before I get to bed. I have to wake up at 8 in the morning, never later than 9. Or else say bye bye to my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lazy to update. Busy with new manga and doing house work... I went Melaka last Saturday and was bored on the way there and the way back so I kept looking at the cars and the license plates... I saw this and had to suppress my laughter... "WTH" and "WTF" Seriously, I saw these letters on their license plates. I know its normal to see this but to me, no, I've never see these before. *Sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mind's blank right now... Nothing recently happened though... So, I'll stop here. I'm lazy. So sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edited on Wed 16 Dec at 2.11pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Status: Going to say a lot of forbidden words on this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lazy ass decided to repost this entry today. You know why I decided to do it today? Because, I have to freaking let all my cursing out on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the main topic. Work. Mentioned before that I have to start working my ass off since the first December. Since that day, my hip was sore as well as my hands. Freedom is limited now and I can't go online as always. Even though you see I'm online at MSN of FaceBook, I'm probably too busy to put it on Away status. So, if anyone is pissed off at my slow reply. You'll understand why now. Another problem also popped out since that day. My face. I had no freaking idea why but my face started to get all dry and rough... Whenever I shiver, I really don't know why I do that, I felt like small bugs running up my body and biting me on every part of my body... It's either I'm sensitive to a new washing soap to face my face, allergic to floor polish, worked at hot conditions or too stress on work. I really hope it will go away soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet problems are really pissing me off. Mainly it's my dad or sis fault since the used to huge new computer and grabbed all the internet signal to their side. I can't even freaking go online at FaceBook or load a simple Fanfiction page to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next was the the root of why am I so PISSED off right now and was shooting out cursing words from my mind to here. My sister. I'm so freaking mad at her right now. Me and my friends are planning to go shopping for our new year's clothes this Sun and she wanted to tag along since my friend's sis asked her to accompany her. So, she say yes and I have no comment since she doesn't really bother me but I had to look after her and make sure she stays on the pack. Then on Monday? Or Sunday? I'm not sure. Her stupid friend told her that her "idol" is coming to M'sia and is having a program held at the mall we're going to.. She was so happy and practically screams in front of me when I confirmed we're going on Sun. I ignored her happy face so that I can control myself from tearing it off her face and stabs it with a sharp knife. Then my friend suddenly told me yesterday she was having dinner on Sun and couldn't give us a lift home. So we discussed and decided to move to Sat. Guess what? She bloody cried. Cried. Cried for her friggin idol. Hello? He's not that handsome! There are tons of handsome boys that are waaaaaayyyyy better than him. You can't even had a chance with him. *Headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. So. Friggin. Damn. Pissed. Off. Right. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate me for being this vulger. Get your freaking ass off my blog and never come back again. When I'm pissed off, you will never love to have me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DAMN HER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-8295222349682494471?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/8295222349682494471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=8295222349682494471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8295222349682494471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8295222349682494471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/12/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6337926126627895843</id><published>2009-11-18T18:08:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:47:08.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduce</title><content type='html'>Mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Status: Freezing from the cold temperature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm back. Exactly one week see. I have nothing to post up, only this post that I've planned to post up for a few weeks. So, this post is all about new mangas. Recently, I had no idea why, I got hooked up with a lot of mangas.. Last time I was hooked up with fanfictions or fictionpress... I guess I got bored with writing and decided to change... Geh.. Anyway, since I'm no good at telling the summeries to people cause I know they would go "Huh?" on me. Trust me, I have these responses given back to me before.. So, I'll post it up here, easy and if you're interested, google it. Killing 2 birds with one stone. *Laughs* It's gonna be a really long post, introducing 18 mangas, ya know. Be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;+C and Sword Cornett&lt;br /&gt;by Yugyoji Tama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPP905xwnI/AAAAAAAAAag/RlyYmRZyqLM/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPP905xwnI/AAAAAAAAAag/RlyYmRZyqLM/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405392638854677106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Long long ago, a champion banished darkness from the land and liberated its people.         He established a kingdom where his descendants reign as kings for generations while a council consisting         of the local lords conducts state affairs. Presently in this seemingly peaceful land, however, the Heir Apparent         is found dead under suspicious circumstances. His death throws those entitled to the throne into the picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; First few chapters left me confused at first for me and I slowly get the story after that. The plot was awesome and the drawing was great. It was funny and cute and of course action. Loved Eco and Belca! &gt;///&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A pairing coming right up in my mind already...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't talk much or else it won't be any fun to read it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Azrael's Edge&lt;br /&gt;by Yugyoji Tama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPP-uMODiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JZRdkjmhc-o/s1600/edge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPP-uMODiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JZRdkjmhc-o/s320/edge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405392654232849954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Leto is employed as an apprentice by the skilled mercenary Alpha, from the mercenary unit Boreas. He struggles to rid himself of his apprentice status and be accepted by Alpha. However, as a mercenary, many painful encounters and terrible experiences await him…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Same author as Cornett! And same nice drawing! A series of one shot.. The last story left at a minor cliffy... I hope Yugyoji can continue it. I want to see more interactions between Alpha and Leto! Stupid Alpha always bullies Leto. But he's cute... Aha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Are You Alice?&lt;br /&gt;by Ninomiya Ai(Writer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPP-fiYldI/AAAAAAAAAao/9iQrHclTEMA/s1600/01_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPP-fiYldI/AAAAAAAAAao/9iQrHclTEMA/s320/01_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405392650299282898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; After throwing away his dreams a boy wanders into "Wonderland" and he holds the name of "Alice" which is the primary requirement in the "Game to kill the White Rabbit". In a crazy story where common sense does not apply and everything is bound by the rules of the game and the orders of the Queen of Hearts, Alice decides to take the gun in his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh how I wish they could translate this quickly! My friend just bought a series of manga with the same concept! And both just had to leave me at a cliffy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;FLAT&lt;br /&gt;by Aogiri Natsu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPP-z3TLEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/lkLEqfLFeXI/s1600/flat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPP-z3TLEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/lkLEqfLFeXI/s320/flat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405392655755717698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Heisuke is a young man who was left in charge of taking care of his little cousin Aki for a day. Being an only child who usually stays at home alone, Aki is quiet, reserved, and will go out of his way not to make trouble for others. As they spend more time together, Aki begins to grow very attached to Heisuke, especially since Heisuke's hobby is to make sweets and desserts. The quiet Aki eventually opens up to Heisuke, and Heisuke in return teaches Aki that sometimes it's all right to be selfish and say what you really want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I simply love this series!! Aki is just so adorable! I wished I have a brother like him. So that I wouldn't need to have a splitting headache about him since children loves to cry at random moments , needing attention. Heisuke was quiet too and his friends... Were sometimes horrible to him. I need manga series like this more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Gakuen Babysitters&lt;br /&gt;by Tokeino Hari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPP_KMQQhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/a3sd4vY2gIw/s1600/01-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPP_KMQQhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/a3sd4vY2gIw/s320/01-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405392661749187090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summery:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; After their parents are killed in a plane crash, Ryuuichi and his younger brother Kotarou are taken in by the chairman, who they never met before, of an elite academy. Ryuuichi becomes the school daycare's new babysitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ahaha! Just found this series today and they only have one chapter... *Weep* This manga had a somewhat same plot like FLAT but this one have more characters? Kotarou and Aki seems alike but Aki doesn't have an expression stuck on his face all the time like Kotarou. And it was really funny. I want more! Because the children are so freaking cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Holy Glory&lt;br /&gt;by Sichol Bell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPRJD5a5iI/AAAAAAAAAbI/I6wxjFWFtkY/s1600/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPRJD5a5iI/AAAAAAAAAbI/I6wxjFWFtkY/s320/00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405393931369899554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; 19th century England. Christmas Day. A young thief, Salt, and his partner-in-crime Pierre come across a strange-looking traveller with a penchant for sweets. The only thing of value Salt finds in the traveller’s bag is an odd compass, so he steals it – only for monsters to come after him a few hours later! Why are they after Salt? And what does the traveller want with him?? It’s a fantastic winter tale of magic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A shocking surprise at the end! Who knew Salt was the--- No spoilers! Ahaha! Too bad it has only one volume..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Noel la Neige&lt;br /&gt;by Sichol Bell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPRJVd1a2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0pXeqD21E7w/s1600/Noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPRJVd1a2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0pXeqD21E7w/s320/Noel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405393936086035298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; A sequel to Holy Glory.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A must read! Nough said. *Laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Ilegenes -Kokuyou no Kiseki-&lt;br /&gt;by Kuwabara Mizuna(Author)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPRJsaOGeI/AAAAAAAAAbY/yp5oBe-Nxyo/s1600/Ilegenes_v01_ch01_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPRJsaOGeI/AAAAAAAAAbY/yp5oBe-Nxyo/s320/Ilegenes_v01_ch01_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405393942244891106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt; Ilegenes is an island internationally known for its prowess in genetic engineering research and technology. But behind the scenes, it is a breeding ground for illegal clones, which are sold for major profits in the black market. After witnessing the death of his parents, young Fon F Littenber joins the Ilegenes Military Academy to rid the island of both its connection to the black market and its tainted name: The Genetic Sodom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oo... I want to cry... Stupid cliffy existing in this world! Fon was awesome and so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~!!! And Jake! And Janis! Gah! So many handsome men!! And the plot had a lot of suspense and mysteries. Of course there's comedy.. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Karneval&lt;br /&gt;by Touya Mikanagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPRJ4uTU7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/9xAJPdQP5rg/s1600/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPRJ4uTU7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/9xAJPdQP5rg/s320/c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405393945550345138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summery:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Nai left his home looking for Karoku with only a bracelet and "red-water" which went to the sea as a clue . This leads him to meet the street-wise Gareki, get attacked by post-humans and learn about the Circus Organisation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This kept me talking and thinking none stop for about a week! They're coming out a Drama CD!! Daisuke Ono's voice!!! Kya!!! Nai was so cute and Gareki was cool~~ Ohohoho!! The drawing was beautiful! Hirato had a personality like Sebastian's and his voice... Daisuke Ono.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Sugiru 17 no Haru&lt;br /&gt;by Yamamoto Kotetsuko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPR63EEIRI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/J6PiH0LqwOI/s1600/sugiru.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPR63EEIRI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/J6PiH0LqwOI/s320/sugiru.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405394786918342930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt; Takashi is haunted at night by visions of a woman begging for her child not to be taken away. He sometimes sees strange shadows outside his window, but tries his best to simply ignore them. As his seventeenth birthday approaches, the shadow becomes more and more clear, and the vision more vivid. Slowly, the once kind and caring Takashi becomes indifferent, and eventually cold and biting towards everyone around him. What does this sudden change in attitude have to do with his seventeenth birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Seriously... I never thought becoming 17 has to be this scary... Shoot... Can't take that image off my head... And it's so confusing!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Sable Prince&lt;br /&gt;by Chisato Nesumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPR6mp3uOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rImPLTWv20E/s1600/c01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPR6mp3uOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rImPLTWv20E/s320/c01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405394782513510626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; The prince, Viloftira, begins a journey, seeking the sword which is necessary for him to succeed the current king. However, the one accompanying him on this journey is---&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;A travel fantasy story, intertwined with the relationship between a tyrannical prince and his new attendant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One word. Shocking. Never knew he was that kind of person.. Pierre was very loyal.. Sigh... The story goes like a one shot... Well, I can't be sure of that since there's only 2 chapters translated. The drawing was awesome right? Surely it attacted you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Rust Blaster&lt;br /&gt;by Toboso Yana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPR6B13shI/AAAAAAAAAcA/A09Rdy-g-o4/s1600/rust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPR6B13shI/AAAAAAAAAcA/A09Rdy-g-o4/s320/rust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405394772631728658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt; This story takes place in a world where humans and Vampires co-exist, and in a school that trains promising new vampires to help police their own kind. Unfortunately, the moon is separating, a bad omen in anyones book! Enter Aldred, his team and the new human arrival, Kei. When vampires turn against vampires, how can they stop it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I cried... It ended so sad... And I don't know what happened at the end? Did he appear back again? Or what?! Ugh... Toboso Yana... Why? But I loved her drawing, definately like Kuroshitsuji.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Ransetsuki&lt;br /&gt;by Katayama Shu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPR5xPdloI/AAAAAAAAAb4/aLU39Nfhu-U/s1600/ran.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPR5xPdloI/AAAAAAAAAb4/aLU39Nfhu-U/s320/ran.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405394768175666818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Sakumiya Minagi was an ordinary boy with an ordinary life. But when his father dies, Minagi is suddenly overcome with a sense of insecurity. His family owns a dojo, and is responsible for protecting the cursed swords, Kiriyasha and Hagasumi. When Minagi? adopted brother Amou unseals the Kiriyasha and its lust for blood, he kills his adoptive mother and leaves the house, leaving Minagi in shock and despair. Following his familial duty, Minagi sets out with his guardians to battle his new enemies, and with the Hagasumi, fights to seal Kiriyasha once again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Minagi was really mature and he doesn't act like an innocent boy who was thrown into a new situation. Minagi, in this series was quiet, serious and calm when he needed to face Amou... He had a difiiculty at killing people.. Well, we can't just simply kill a person... If you did, man, you're just a really heartless person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Nightmare of the Funeral March&lt;br /&gt;by Aki Arata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPR5gxcNaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4Db0cVfiFOQ/s1600/nightmare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPR5gxcNaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4Db0cVfiFOQ/s320/nightmare.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405394763754780066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; In an unknown location there's a mysterious shop. Dwelling within the mysterious shop is a mysterious child and his equally mysterious employees. Those that want to sell their dreams come to this antique and knickknack shop... ARIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I read this, I thought about Petshop of Horrors. *Laughs* The maskots are adorable! The stories were a little bit confusing to me... Can't get it until I read it for the second time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kimi to Boku&lt;br /&gt;by Hotta Kiichi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPRKEH31qI/AAAAAAAAAbo/X6ooM29fgow/s1600/kimi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPRKEH31qI/AAAAAAAAAbo/X6ooM29fgow/s320/kimi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405393948610385570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;: Shun, Kaname, and the twins Yuuki and Yuuta have been friends since kindergarten. It's a little hard to tell if they actually get along or not, but even as high-school students they hang out together. Recently, they've had a new addition, the half-Japanese transfer student Chizuru, who's started to liven up the group. This manga is really just about their daily lives, which aren't particularly passionate or exciting. This is a story of their youth... does this even count as a summary?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Recently, I kept reading slice of life stories. The chapters about their childhood life was just cute and the extras was also lovely.. ^///^ The drawing was simple and nice... I loved that style... Similiar to FLAT.. *Grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Tokaido Hisame&lt;br /&gt;by Matsunaga Kuuya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPSQ-FPuVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MK2et3FgNwI/s1600/Tokaido_v01_ch01_003.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPSQ-FPuVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MK2et3FgNwI/s320/Tokaido_v01_ch01_003.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405395166759467346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt; Vowing never to separate from his childhood friend Hisame, Itsuki travels on the Tokaido with him in search of new adventures. Exterminating youkai along the way, they depend on each other to finish the job. What adventures lie in wait for our two protagonists?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ah!! So cute!! I love Hisame!!! Itsuki was just plain perverted. There's a sequal to this and it was just as funny as the prequal. *Laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seikon no Qwaser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Hiroyuki Yoshino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPtfpm6cvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yQ0FbTXV7-E/s1600/qwaser_of_stigmata_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPtfpm6cvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yQ0FbTXV7-E/s320/qwaser_of_stigmata_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405425105775522546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt; The story takes place on the grounds of St. Mihailov Academy, a Japanese Eastern Orthodox school, and draws heavily on religious references from the aforementioned religion. Here it follows the trials and hardship of two of its students, Oribe Mafuyu and Tomo Yamanobe, until the encounter with a mysterious, silver-haired, Russian boy named Alexander, or Sasha for short. This pits them and the whole school in an all-out war between the Church itself and the so-called "Adepts", a sect of individuals wielding powers linked to the elements of chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sounds interesting, no? Too bad it's ecchi.. *Disgusted* And Alexander was Russian and he looked like Allen! There's too much chemistry in here... Maybe I'll consider this manga, my chemistry needs help..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Barakamon&lt;br /&gt;by Satsuki Yoshino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPwHeF-LzI/AAAAAAAAAco/m_vK3zgYk3k/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPwHeF-LzI/AAAAAAAAAco/m_vK3zgYk3k/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405427988902588210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Handa Seishuu, a young and handsome calligrapher, is sent to Japan's westernmost island after a certain incident. On the very first day of his new life in the countryside, Sensei, as he comes to be called, meets the simple and innocent Naru, a native kid. Follow the (mis)adventures of this city-bred, hot-and-cold Sensei as he deals with his new neighbors' never-ending antics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Haven't started to read this series yet... I hope it's good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-END-&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/1640972921662853627-6337926126627895843?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6337926126627895843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6337926126627895843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6337926126627895843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6337926126627895843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/11/introduce.html' title='Introduce'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SwPP905xwnI/AAAAAAAAAag/RlyYmRZyqLM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-7894863006319182055</id><published>2009-11-11T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:53:24.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip</title><content type='html'>Mood: Somewhat depressed&lt;br /&gt;Status: Praying that there's no more cliffhangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did mention about a trip earlier and it happened like on 7th and 8th of November. I know it's 11th day of the month... I'm lazy, so sue me. The trip was a 2 day 1 night at Cameron Highlands. Yea, I know, why Cameron Highlands? I don't know why... The teachers seem to think that it's the safest place in this whole &lt;s&gt;damn&lt;/s&gt; country... Heh... I'm not wasting my energy to talk about that topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at freaking 5 am and took my bath... It was so damn cold! Well, might as well get use to it... and my morning sickness came again... Sneezing for like 5 to 10 times in a row.... My nose got clogged up after that.. I blew dry my hair while my sis took her bath... I took for like 20 minutes? To dry my hair and it's not completely dry.... I have to give up to my sis since she wanted to use it... I tell you, having really long hair isn't really easy to take care... Heck, everyone probably know that by now... Went to school when mom was ready... Apparently everyone was already there and I was the second to the last to come... I was um... Shocked that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; came early... *Laughs* Then once I put down my bags, everyone start to tease me with my jacket's bunny ears... *Sigh* But it's cute, not on me though... Everyone arrived one by one, we helped out to bring out the food and the bus came, boys did mostly of the work since majority them are boys... Girls? We relax but we do try to help sometimes. &lt;s&gt;I think.&lt;/s&gt; Everyone settles down and the bus starts the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 6 damn long hours to reach our destination... Man, my legs was almost crippled from the clotting of the blood.. Then we visited the BOH tea plantation. The tour guide was lazy.. He just went though the whole tour just like that, *zip*. That fast. He did not stop to ask us if we have any questions, even if he did he only gave us 5 seconds tops. Hate them.. Then went exploring ourselves... I had no idea why we walked down the slope, it was slippery and dangerous.. When I was climbing back up, I was complaining that I'm old... Seriously I am.. Then we rested by buying a drink and then one of the teachers brought ice-creams... She had no idea that we were in a COLD weather, my hands went numb holding two cold items... I was an idiot... *Face palm* When we went back down to the bus which we changed since the bus was too big and the roads have lots of bents.. I was balancing pretty well and when I was almost to the destination, a freaking car came out of  no where and the bus driver breaked.. I'll KILL that stupid idiot driver, is he's freaking blind? If he isn't, I'll damn sure will dig his eyes out and keep it as a souvenir... I flew up to the front of course, almost hit my hip... Damn that stupid driver, thank goodness that I didn't sue him on the freaking spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch then, stopped at a flight of restaurants and everyone split up.. Ended up at a quiet restaurant and ate the cheapest thing there, bread. *Laughs* Went back to the bus and found out it was locked... After waiting for like 5 minutes? Then the door mysteriously opened... We went in confused and kept looking around for the driver who was missing from our sight... We ran around in the bus, since it was all to ourselves, it was fun then a really familiar siren broke the atmosphere, police.. We thought it was someone else then the car stopped in front of the bus! Everyone panicked and my friend called our teacher.. Me? Heh. I listened to my mp3... Sorry, I can't think at times like this and can only act innocent? *Laughs* Eventually the bus driver came back and got a ticket for illegal parking... We let out our breath ya know... We thought we were the one going to be sent to jail. *Chuckle* My friend was furious when one group of friends were watching the whole thing in a distance, not helping us... Well, it's natural for humans to act like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we went to the souvenir shop after that, where I just look around.. Then to the Time Tunnel... As expected.. It was a museum.. It was fun and interesting.. Seriously if Hetalia was never existed, I would never have any interest in world history and the world map.. Its amazing that an anime could change my life forever... &lt;s&gt;I sound old&lt;/s&gt;.. Right, we went to the marker after that, buying things for the BBQ that night then finally went to our resting place.. It was huge! And located on top of the mountain... I could see clouds! Everyone helped out and settle down to get our rooms.. We were first, 4 of us.. We thought we would get a really nice room, since it says the attic, I was hoping like those American styles... Then when we got up, I was like "What?! This is a room?!" Like no way! It was no door and a toilet either!! Bad choice!! But no choice since we already told teacher we want this really badly.. We got down to get the BBQ ready..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys were busy fanning and getting ready the fire to start, I guess the wind was to strong and the fire won't start.. When it started burning, everyone was bust burning for their own.. Me and my friends can only plead them to cook for us... And that night, I only ate 1 chicken wing and 4 hotdogs and 2 cups of pop... What kind of dinner is this? The marshmellow we brought almost made me puke... I want white marshmellow~!!! Then I had to help out with the cleaning.... Running here and there... Rain started to sizzle and the fun was cut short.. No more water balloons.. Bathed and watched my friends playing Truth or Dare until 2 am.. We were planning to sleep there with everyone but the teachers came up and shooed us to our rooms... We girls did but the boys.... They went to have their LOUD supper... My friend was pissed off when one of the boys went up to our doorless room and "broadcasted" a scary ringtone from One Missed Call. Thank goodness I didn't watch that show or else I could sleep at all.. But I slept, despite all the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's alarm woke me up and I waited for mine. Shut it off and went back to sleep since no one was awake yet.. Then one boy came up and woke my friend saying that they were going to start the water balloon war.. I didn't play of course, it was so cold! My morning sickness didn't come, good for me, at least I had a few sneezes.. Had a cup of hot mushroom soup.. Then walked down to the old tennis court to watch my friends play.. They screamed, duh.. and it was not a pretty sight... Watchers walked back first then someone said they were coming to hit us, we ran back to the house... Then some of us sat at the dining table to daydream.. It was quiet...and nice.. Then we had breakfast and I took my bath.. Packed my stuff and left the house with a group picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to other places, the memorable one was the Rose garden, but we had a long walk to that place... Flowers there were nice but I hope I could see other countries' flowers.. I'm sure they were more amazing then this... I found out I loved small flowers and leaves that looked like frosty white... My friend said is was funges growing on it... Somehow destroyed my image for them.. *Laughs* I wished I had a camera and lots of time, I can spend hours there taking pictures. Then we visited other places and finally lunch.. Steamboat during the afternoon.. I guess it's okay... Our table only had girls and you know us girls, we don't eat much... so, we strike up a plan, that was to cook every raw food we have and stuff it to the boys.. It worked and the boys hork it down like pigs... *Laughs* Then everyone was tired... We started back home at 3... The bus driver let us watch Tranformers, Revenge of the Fallen.. And watched the previews after the movie... Everything quited down and I slept a little... At six , the bus driver stopped at Tapah and went to have his prayer... We waited while some of them continue sleeping... When he came back, and starting the journey back, he switched on the Crayon Shin-chan video for us.. We watched the video repeating the whole way back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally arriving at school, everyone woke up and got ready to go back home, some of them went like "Teacher~ 5 times I watched this show ar...", "No more Crayon Shin-chan for the rest of my life..." When getting down the bus, the video restarted again and everyone moaned "no more" It was really funny. My mom came early and we went back.. Everyone for a free packet of raw chicken wings... I was not happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, long post eh? The next post will be longer... Wait for it till then... My last words for this trip? It was memorable and nice.. I hope there will be more trips like this.. But sadly no, I'm having an important exam and the head teacher of our inventory prefects was transferred next year... I hope she'll have a great time teaching there and .... Merry Chirstmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-7894863006319182055?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/7894863006319182055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=7894863006319182055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7894863006319182055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7894863006319182055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip.html' title='Trip'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1772743298350961721</id><published>2009-11-06T15:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:43:05.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maid</title><content type='html'>Mood: Excited&lt;br /&gt;Status: Suffering from sore-throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the long waited post of Kaichou wa Maid-sama!!! And I can't wait for tomorrow's trip! Ahaha!! I'm very crazy!! xD Summary!! Ignore it if you know the whole story.. If you want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A romantic comedy that centers on the student council head named Misaki Ayuzawa who despises the mostly male, slovenly population at her school, which was once an all-boys school. However, Misaki's most handsome schoolmate just discovered her secret — that she works afterschool at a maid café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project is scheduled for next spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year spring again... I have two confirmed downloading series.... Now I just hope that Hatsuyuki is going to sub them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What interested my the most was the seiyuu of Takumi Usui, that is Tomokazu Sugita.. I heard their Drama CD and I was not impressed with his speaking... It gave me a thought of Usui as a soft person... &lt;s&gt;Like hell he is...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices of:&lt;br /&gt;Hideki Motosuwa (Chobits), Raven (Hakushaku to Yosei), Takumi Mayama (Honey &amp;amp; Clover)&lt;br /&gt;, Kyon (The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi), Ronove (Umineko no Naru Koro Ni), Subaru Sumeragi (X), Takenaga Oda (Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SvPcD9jnLrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DdLPdcKCpPE/s1600-h/362902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SvPcD9jnLrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DdLPdcKCpPE/s320/362902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400902338769006258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Cute picture!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SvPcEGGRuWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YEnVq5KbLrU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SvPcEGGRuWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YEnVq5KbLrU/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400902341061884258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[... I just found out that Usui can be really perverted...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer: No trailers are available yet and I could only find the drama CD's.. No subtitles though.. But try listening to their voices, ne? Hot pic at 0.42 Ahaha!!! I have no idea what they are talking about but Yukimura kept saying Master or something....*Silence* I don't want to talk about it... Poor Yukimura being bullied by Usui... Oh... It got cut off in the end so head on to the next vid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWHWWRCexy8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWHWWRCexy8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JtIpsgWczHE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JtIpsgWczHE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for it~~~~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1772743298350961721?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1772743298350961721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1772743298350961721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1772743298350961721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1772743298350961721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/11/maid.html' title='Maid'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SvPcD9jnLrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DdLPdcKCpPE/s72-c/362902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-8672136857554504284</id><published>2009-10-31T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:31:39.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicate</title><content type='html'>Today is a very special day to a very special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to that very special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could make all your wish come true but that was just blabbering because not all things you wished can come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just hope that I can give you strength to help you achieve your wishes, staying by your side to fulfill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be mushy to you, but be thankful that you were born to this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY,&lt;br /&gt;Anne!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From, your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1640972921662853627-8672136857554504284?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/8672136857554504284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=8672136857554504284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8672136857554504284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8672136857554504284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/10/dedicate.html' title='dedicate'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1214378234289993759</id><published>2009-10-30T20:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:58:45.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black</title><content type='html'>Mood: Hyper&lt;br /&gt;Status: Nearly died from hyperness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-HOHOHOHOHO!!! Vocaloids finally have their ANIMATION!!! I'm so very really absolutely hyper right now after I found out that Black★Rock Shooter is actually the SONG!! I thought it was a different anime! I'm so happy!!! Kya!! The trailer was totally A-W-E-S-O-M-E!!! Ah-hem. Here is the total summary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Synopsis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Black★Rock Shooter tells of the narrator's despair and hopelessness as they wander aimlessly, searching for something important to them that they presumably lost. Eventually the narrator gains new hope and decides to move on into the future with courage. The video for the song became massively popular, featuring Black★Rock Shooter traveling through a bleak city and countryside, riding a motorbike and wielding weapons. Black★Rock Shooter is an original character design by Huke, and happens to resemble Miku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A famous 3DPV by Anomaro-P gave Black★Rock Shooter a plotline and backstory, which involves her sister betraying her and turning evil and Black★Rock Shooter being forced to kill her sister to stop the destruction. This plot eventually became the inspiration for the upcoming 2010 anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocaloid related project scheduled for next spring. Preview is planned for September 30, release of the anime in April 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear that?! April! Spring of 2010!!! AHAHAHA!!! Man! This is totally in my download list, that includes, Kaichou wa Maid-sama, Uraboku, Deadman Wonderland and the 5 movies.... Geh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This character pictures are beautiful and cool... All black... *Hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SurcPBZ_zfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6XanJjlL31g/s1600-h/b00504e47fbc65c509f76fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SurcPBZ_zfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6XanJjlL31g/s320/b00504e47fbc65c509f76fe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398369253990583794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Black★Rock Shooter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Surc1xuugUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YKwygRx6uLk/s1600-h/9d8b0b93b71c07ca9330852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Surc1xuugUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YKwygRx6uLk/s320/9d8b0b93b71c07ca9330852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398369919797461314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Dead Master]&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing she's B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RS' Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Original PV of Black★Rock Shooter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLzOrik5YJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLzOrik5YJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Black★Rock Shooter 3DPV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wM13xGQTLR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wM13xGQTLR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Black★Rock Shooter Trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xA0Wd_rszuA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xA0Wd_rszuA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackrockshooter.jp/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official Website.&lt;/a&gt; They have a very cool picture. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna talk about Kaichou wa Maid-sama next!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1214378234289993759?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1214378234289993759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1214378234289993759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1214378234289993759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1214378234289993759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/10/black.html' title='Black'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SurcPBZ_zfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6XanJjlL31g/s72-c/b00504e47fbc65c509f76fe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6643978318094403223</id><published>2009-10-20T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:01:14.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I had a sleepless night yesterday. Had no idea why, so I just lay on my bed, sideways and my mind traveled into the depths of my thoughts.. I was so angry at myself that I had let myself went to the forbidden place and it got stuck into that topic until now... That was repenting my past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was depressing to talk about this, well, mostly for me... I was depressed recently anyway... So it doesn't make any difference... I realized I made a lot of stupid mistakes in my past, most of them was plagiarizing, it's like I don't have any originality... All I did was copy and following my friends and others.... I over react at everything. I was selfish. I was stupid. I never think properly before I make any decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten was something I had already forgot, its like something I never once made through... But I did amazingly... Nothing I did back then made my regret but then it comes to primary school.. One memory really was stuck in my head and I will always remember it... Breaking my friendship with another friend... I didn't know I was stupid and paraniod that time... I was young and in primary one but I never forgave myself... We were the best of friends and she was my very first best friend in my whole life... We did practically everything together in school.. Then few months later, I realized she never wait for me to go to the cafeteria with her, instead she went with another friend... Days went past like this and I felt I was losing her... She would show a bored face when she was with me, my heart broke of course... No, I didn't cry... Instead I wrote a letter, stuff it between her books and we went our own separate ways... I broke our friendship... She didn't come back talking to me, she didn't ask why... And I never bother anymore.... I think that's why I buried myself with studying... And never had any memories of my childhood there anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes secondary school... I was naive.. Childish.. Weak.. Then I met friends.. I was happy and I never knew friends could be like this... But I still wanted more, you see.. I yearned for attention and I started to have sudden silent modes... I got angry over useless things... Now I know I was the lowest of the low... I changed.. I no longer acted this way.. I know it's a good thing.. Then the crying issue... I hate to cry but I can't help myself, I know I was really weak and people detest me for crying... I can't really change eventhough I tried really hard... Plagiarism was next then.. With all the thinking, I realized that all I ever did was following my friends... Just like when they mentioned that they wanted their hair cut short, I followed. My stories, plagiarized.. Example, Xerxes. Yes him. Similer to Pandora Heart's character.. I followed my friends by posting conversations of my inner self, having conflict.. But it was a lie you see... I was having fun but I didn't realize that I had hurt people during the fun I was having... Having him was useless... From now on, he no longer exist... My stories was discontinued until I have something that wasn't copied... Plagarism was detested by everyone and that inculdes me... I would hate the person who copied me.. So, I understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would get annoyed when I take back my ideas... I noticed it once... but I still did it again and again... I take sides... Saying people behind their back... I annoy the hell out of people when I acted cute, I realized... No one loves people who act cute... Dependence was a thing I never really had... And I wished I had it... My face was thick... I voiced out my thoughts here in this blog so easily when I didn't thought I could hurt anyone's feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a sleepless night and so many mistakes I have found within myself... My heart was still heavy though since I could never forgive myself for this... Readers would go like this: "What's the big deal.. Everyone has their problems and I don't see them crying over this..."But I do... I am a paraniod person after all.. and nothing could change that... It was my nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who managed to read this, I really hope I could convince you guys to forgiving me... My past mistakes and naiveness... It really helps a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for being my friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;P.S. I'm not going to stop being with friends with you guys or anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-6643978318094403223?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6643978318094403223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6643978318094403223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6643978318094403223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6643978318094403223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/10/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-2394410595616863641</id><published>2009-10-18T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:52:11.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early</title><content type='html'>Long time not posting something like this. All I did was putting up meaningless videos that was really meaningful for the past few days... I don't know why.... But I'm so depressed.... Xerxes won't even talk to me until I write something for his story.... Which I'm very lazy to do right now...Let's cut to the chase, about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my friend's birthday party... I guess? Decided to celebrate early because we have school that day... So much for a perfect plan... Woke up at 6 thanks to my no good, loud sister getting ready to go to the market with my mom... Fell asleep after... I don't know.. 30 minutes? Then woke up at 9.. Ate breakfast, watched TV and got ready to go to my friend's house... I decided to try a new shirt.. Checkered pattern... Sleeves reaching to the elbows... Never did wear that clothes before... Was hoping something like "Wow, I didn't see you wearing that before." In the end I got this as the reply. "Wah... You look like you're ready to go down to the farm to plant wheat...", that was my sister and my mom.. "... *Shows disgusted face* Don't wear something like that to your friend's birthday party, honestly..." I was so fed up. Then I changed into something that I felt like no one would comment me and in the end my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt; was the one. "Your wearing the same thing again?! Try wearing something else." I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt; mom, I DID. Then she said that I was sensitive. Duh. I'm your freaking daughter and you should know it by now! It's like I'm not even her biological child! Urgh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my friend's house, waited a bit by watching TV. Then we went to fetch another friend of mine. Reached IOI and went to the meeting place. Saw that we were late. We ordered, talked and another friend showed up with short hair. I went speechless. *Laughs* Didn't know she would cut her hair so quickly when we talked about it only on Thursday. Ate the frenchfries until I manage to hold myself for not throwing up. My 10 dollars was in there and I'm not going to waste it. Then went to Popular in advance then the others. Need to check out the daily planner for my mom. Then the boys said they wanted to watch "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" No choice but to watch eventhough it was childish.. There's no other movies to watch. We girls got in late, some went to the bathroom. Then we got in and I went like shocked, reeled back a little. Many people were already inside. Then we had to find our seat. I can't even find the stupid J letter since the seat letters were all scratched. I found a seat and crash down. Everyone was like, "Is this our seat?!", "This isn't ours!", "Get up!". I was so frusfrated and ran across the big screen with my friends trailing behind. SINCE WHEN DID I BECOME THE FREAKING LEADER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarassed. We were all confused and I just simply picked a spot and sat down again. I don't care anymore. My mind was so annoyed. The show started and everyone finally settled down. Had some funny parts, friends whispering about countries. Overall cliche. Then my mom had to call and I was so stupid enough to pick up the damn call, asking me to buy something. Movie's over, we went out. Dashed off to find the stupid magazine which was not found anywhere. Then I calmed down and went to the 5 dollar shop. Bought a clear file. Stayed there roaming around for half an hour. Searching for another friend who vanished without letting us know and found her downstairs. Met up with her and my other friend went back home. Everyone spilted up and went our own way, we of course went to the comic shop. Friends brought tons of it and was contended. Well, not all of them. Then we talked about getting a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the building searching. We got excuses like this. "18 and above only.", "We only hire full-time.", "You have to work for 3 months max." And we finally end up filling a form at Padini's. I don't even know how the hell am i going to get a job. Then mom called asking us if we can go back now. I said yes and sent my friend back home. Went to the hypermarket to buy KFC. Got back home and realised that Amazing Race was on. Watched while eating and lazed around the whole time until bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was great. That's about it, I think. Although there was a few things that made me upset.  My feelings above are only my feelings. No need to take it to heart. I'm a very sensitive person and a very very paranoid person. A rant is a rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-2394410595616863641?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/2394410595616863641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=2394410595616863641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/2394410595616863641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/2394410595616863641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/10/early.html' title='Early'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-5480882815242908969</id><published>2009-10-14T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:12:27.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu&lt;/span&gt;: Exams is almost over... Only tomorrow! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes&lt;/span&gt;: Good. Write my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu&lt;/span&gt;: I know! I know!! Now, listen to this song. Deep meaning on the lyrics. A song from Disney's Peter Pan 2: Return to Neverland. Eventhough it's uh.... childish? But I don't think it is... Love the voice of the singer too... Deep emotions running through every word she sang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PZQEIXn-pko&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PZQEIXn-pko&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Jonatha Brooke - I'll Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am not a child now.&lt;br /&gt;I can take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I mustn't let them down now.&lt;br /&gt;I mustn't let them see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to tired to listen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm to old to believe.&lt;br /&gt;All these childish stories.&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as faith &amp;amp; trust &amp;amp; pixie dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try but its so hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;I try but I can't see where you see.&lt;br /&gt;I try, I try, I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole world is changing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to turn.&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave you waiting.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay and watch the city burn.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh watch'it burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I try but it's so hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;I try but I can't see where you see.&lt;br /&gt;I try, I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and try to understand the distance and between.&lt;br /&gt;The love I feel the things I fear and every single dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally see it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to believe all those precious stories.&lt;br /&gt;All the world is made of faith and trust and pixie dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll try cause I finally believe.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try cause I can see where you see.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try, I'll try&lt;br /&gt;I will try, I'll try to fly.&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/1640972921662853627-5480882815242908969?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/5480882815242908969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=5480882815242908969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5480882815242908969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5480882815242908969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/10/grow.html' title='Grow'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-4025791022580773701</id><published>2009-10-09T15:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:55:30.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partially</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu&lt;/span&gt;: Argh!! Manage to pass this 3 day without even touching the computer. 3 SUFFERING DAYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes&lt;/span&gt;: ... Yes we all get it. Pity you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu&lt;/span&gt;: *Throw daggers* Yeah right. Pity me. Since when you pity others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes&lt;/span&gt;: I did. To Tyler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu&lt;/span&gt;: Fine. Wanna post something when I studied History with music yesterday and-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes&lt;/span&gt;: Not a good combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu&lt;/span&gt;: AND. Daughtry's song somehow matches my feeling that moment. About taking exams, suicide, failing. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes&lt;/span&gt;: Leave me out of it. Oh, finish my story. Then you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu&lt;/span&gt;: .... I'm trying not to strangle you right now. And be grateful I can control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes&lt;/span&gt;: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;PMR students. Good Luck!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NJEAGjN-Xs8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NJEAGjN-Xs8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics are on the vid. Some parts are not suitable though. Think of it as two people going through the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ly-0EHtpavc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ly-0EHtpavc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vocals: Emily Bindiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everytime you kissed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I trembled like a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gathering the roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We sang for the hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your very voice is in my heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sweeter than my dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were there, in everlasting bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Roses die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The secret is inside my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Winds are high up on the hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I cannot hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come and hold me close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm shivering cold in the heart of rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Darkness falls, I'm calling for the dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Silver dishes for the memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the days gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Singing for the promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow may bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I harbour all the old affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Roses are the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Darkness falls, and summer will be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joys of the daylight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shadows of the starlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything was sweet by your side, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ruby tears have come to me, for your last words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm here just singing my song of woe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waiting for you, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let my happiness sing inside my dream&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everytime you kissed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My heart was in such pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gathering the roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We sang of the grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your very voice is in my heart beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sweeter than despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were there, in everlasting bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;underneath the star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shaded by the flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kiss me in the summer day gloom, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are all my pleasure, my hope and my song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will be here dreaming in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until you come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until we close our eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1640972921662853627-4025791022580773701?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/4025791022580773701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=4025791022580773701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4025791022580773701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4025791022580773701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/10/partially.html' title='Partially'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-2069414972029271461</id><published>2009-09-27T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:53:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; Updating at the last day of the holiday? Nice. Be sure this will be the last. Until the exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; ... Can't promise you that. Eventhough I said I won't touch the computer, I'll end up touching it. Desires are strong things you can't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; Ah. Excuses. Excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; Yes yes. Now shut up and let me post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; Someone is in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Well, holidays are over and school's restarting tomorrow. My brain was smart enough to control my laziness and I finish doing 3 essays for my moral project this morning. Though there's still a few edits I need to do but I'll leave it aside first. Or push it until tomorrow. I don't even wanna talk about the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I was forced to go to the Food Fair organized by a school. Two of my aunts are teachers there. I think. I have a feeling. My uncle came and gave us a lift there. Name is Sri Noble? Yeah. Somewhere around Kelana Jaya. Then he suddenly gave us 40 books of coupons. It's not 400, like the usual. It's a total of 800 dollars we have to spend. Got in the school, lots and lots of people. Suddenly getting nervous, I don't like crowded places. First brought muffins, blueberry and chocolate. Then found my aunts. One was at the rice selling counter, while another one was at the Japanese counter. Saw two people wearing yukata's. One of them was my sister's kindergarten teacher. Well, too bad I didn't bring any camera. I wish I have one. Brought lots of food, Japanese and Thai food. Then just in  like less then 30 minutes, we already have 3 bags of food. My mom was getting into my nerves that day. She kept complaining why I kept following her. I would like to say that it's boring here and if I wondered around I'd lost you guys and in the end you'll blame me back. I know her style. When she was buying 3 packets of Jellies, the saleswomen just held it in the air. Then mom was going all like where? where? where? I was just right beside her. Smart enough, I pulled out the plastic paper they gave me earlier. Now, that person was hoping for a simple thank you but noooo.... My mom had to yell at me. Did she ask me? No! So, I was at fault here?! She start asking. "If you guys would just stand around here, then why did you come at the first place?" Hello?! You forced us to come?! Sometimes, she was just clueless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, after that we went in the hall for games. Watch her played all the way. Won lots of things. Yo-yo's the most. Got like 5 of them. My 3rd sis tried her luck in the 'Wheel of Fortune'. To win the grand prize, she have to strike the 7 twice. And she did. Haha. Won a box of carbonated drinks. Play play play. Win win win. All the time we were walking around. People singing english songs would blast in our head. I know my singing was horrible and theirs are way much better. But Ugh.... Goosebumps just couldn't stop forming in my arms. Got ready to go home at 4. 30pm. Gathered all our buyings and we have.... 4 bags of food, 1 bag of toys and one carton of carbonated drinks. Went home, gave some of it to my uncle and the rest are for us.  *Insert evil laugh here* We have 6 packets of sushi. Ate like I almost exploded. And I kept saying that I gained like 5 kg. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Paranoid...&lt;/span&gt; Then I don't know why, I was starting to get very very annoyed. I cut off all connections, yes, that means my phone. And shut myself in my parents room to watch D.I.E Again. Again. I just... Ugh... I'm shutting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; That's it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; What...? There's more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; Wasabi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, haha. I tried eating wasabi. SWEARING NEVER EATING IT AGAIN. This afternoon my sis tried it. It was hilarious watching her. She dipped and showed it to me. I kept saying that she just dipped the soy sauce. Finally had some on her sushi. Then, she ate the end part first! The part where there was no wasabi. I called her a coward. I just freaking shoved the whole sushi down her throat. She was clutching her cup and got ready to drink. Then she blinked at me and shoke her head. Just after like 30 seconds, when she raised her cup to her lips, it came. I was laughing my guts off. Her expression was just priceless!! She had to jump up from her chair and stomp around the dining room, holding her nose. She came back later to her seat with her nose red. It was so funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; *Clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; *Stops laughing* Oh right. Here are pictures. Credits to my 2nd sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sr8YjgHGBiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gb6OpNzAOD4/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sr8YjgHGBiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gb6OpNzAOD4/s320/DSC00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386050677552580130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sr8YlKn-1MI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VyPadCaUEpo/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sr8YlKn-1MI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VyPadCaUEpo/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386050706144679106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sr8YkOr2PmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0d0WnE0JglY/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sr8YkOr2PmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0d0WnE0JglY/s320/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386050690054766178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sr8YkQUcRiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Q5kN3cM7G84/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sr8YkQUcRiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Q5kN3cM7G84/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386050690493466146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sr8Yk-i5jTI/AAAAAAAAAZw/SY4XXnCAaUA/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sr8Yk-i5jTI/AAAAAAAAAZw/SY4XXnCAaUA/s320/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386050702902136114" 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/1640972921662853627-2069414972029271461?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/2069414972029271461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=2069414972029271461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/2069414972029271461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/2069414972029271461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/09/fair.html' title='Fair'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sr8YjgHGBiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gb6OpNzAOD4/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-4989722923778367901</id><published>2009-09-23T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:39:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys &amp; Girls</title><content type='html'>RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Change the tittle refering to the last question&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 10 friends.&lt;br /&gt;6. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawl - Veltpunch (I'm crawling...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocktail - Akira Mitake (Pretty in a cocktail dress. XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again - YUI (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want - Daughtry feat Slash (I want something today...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be with you - Round Table feat. Nino (Too early to say that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaHaHa - SNSD (XP Laugh always?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything - Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewrite - Asian Kung-Fu Generation (Means they dun like me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up Lonely - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Baby - SNSD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel in Mind - Round Table feat. Nino (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee - SNSD (Why everything SNSD one....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before your Love - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful - Round Table feat. Nino (Obviously...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and Cold - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscence - Yuki Kajiura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balloons - TVXQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee Line - Daughtry (I should never go there?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misgiving - Yuki Kajiura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing - Stephanie (A lot of it too..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symphony - Yui Makino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys &amp;amp; Girls - LM.C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I swear I followed the instructions. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag to: Anne, Iris, Mandy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; Surprisingly the next song was Thank you by Home Made Kazoku. Such coincidence. Like everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; What are you doing back here? Study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; No way. I already did. I wrote a few paragraphs of your story too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure you had fun killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; Oh! Yes I did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; Fine. Go ahead. Have fun killing yourself when you failed in your exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; *Gone playing with cats*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-4989722923778367901?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/4989722923778367901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=4989722923778367901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4989722923778367901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4989722923778367901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/09/boys-girls.html' title='Boys &amp; Girls'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1207333658321668184</id><published>2009-09-22T15:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:02:35.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Anime 2009</title><content type='html'>Kobato.... Oh damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The followings are the Fall Anime: (Coming out around October)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Jungle Emperor -Yuuki ga Mirai wo Kaeru-&lt;br /&gt;★Ontama! Episode Three&lt;br /&gt;★Battle Spirits: Shounen Gekiha Dan&lt;br /&gt;★Queen's Blade: Gyokuza wo Tsugumono&lt;br /&gt;★Kämpfer&lt;br /&gt;★Nyankoi!&lt;br /&gt;★Tatakau Shisho: The Book of Bantorra&lt;br /&gt;★To Aru Kagaku no Railgun&lt;br /&gt;★The Sacred Blacksmith&lt;br /&gt;★Shugo Chara Party!&lt;br /&gt;★Usaru-san  &lt;br /&gt;★Tegami Bachi&lt;br /&gt;★Tentai Senshi Sunred Second Season&lt;br /&gt;★Inuyasha -The Final Act-&lt;br /&gt;★Yumeiro Pâtissière&lt;br /&gt;★Sora no Otoshimono&lt;br /&gt;★Kanokon ~Manatsu no Daishanikusai~&lt;br /&gt;★Natsu no Arashi! Akinaichuu&lt;br /&gt;★Miracle☆Train ~Ouedo-sen e Youkoso~&lt;br /&gt;★Shin Koihime†Musou&lt;br /&gt;★Anyamaru Tantei Kiruminzuu&lt;br /&gt;★Nogizaka Haruka no Himitsu Purezza♪&lt;br /&gt;★Kobato&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(Might Consider...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Kimi ni Todoke&lt;br /&gt;★11eyes&lt;br /&gt;★Cheburashka Arere?&lt;br /&gt;★Sasameki Koto&lt;br /&gt;★Himitsukessha Taka no Tsume Countdown  &lt;br /&gt;★Gokyoudai Monogatari&lt;br /&gt;★Kanokon ~Manatsu no Daishanikusai~&lt;br /&gt;★New Three Musketeers&lt;br /&gt;★Tamagotchi!&lt;br /&gt;★FAIRY TAIL&lt;br /&gt;★Winter Sonata&lt;br /&gt;★Hidamari Sketch x365 Special  Shaft&lt;br /&gt;★Mahoromatic: Special Chapter ~Tadaima◇Okaeri~&lt;br /&gt;★Kuuchuu Buranko&lt;br /&gt;★Stitch! ~Itazura Alien no Daibouken~&lt;br /&gt;★Kaidan Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;★Seitokai no Ichizon&lt;br /&gt;★Asura Cryin' 2&lt;br /&gt;★DARKER THAN BLACK: Ryuusei no Gemini&lt;br /&gt;★Romance of the Three Kingdoms&lt;br /&gt;★White Album Final&lt;br /&gt;★Kiddy Girl-and&lt;br /&gt;★AIKa Zero Episode 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; Ugh... Nothing much interesting this season. Except for Kobato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; You swear you wouldn't download anymore of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, yes. I didn't said I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;downloading&lt;/span&gt; it. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; it. See? Big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; I never break my promises. *Nose in the air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; *Snorts* Yeah, who the one that said she's going to study yesterday and this whole week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; You! Shut it! None of your business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; I'm inside your brain, it's my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna delete you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xerxes:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Like hell you will. Now go read some books or go back writing my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Miharu:&lt;/span&gt; *Sniff* Damn. Got beaten by my own character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1207333658321668184?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1207333658321668184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1207333658321668184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1207333658321668184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1207333658321668184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/09/kobato.html' title='Fall Anime 2009'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-3384239953537291911</id><published>2009-09-18T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:17:48.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Finally got my piano results today. Heh, never did care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching Shonen Onmyoji and my piano teacher suddenly appeared at my room door. And said this first. "What made you think you're going to fail your piano exam?" I was like huh? And then it flashed past me that it means I FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I didn't fail. Just merely passed by 2 points. Thank goodness though. My teacher said that the examiner was something like a enemy of hers, out of her 3 students, including me, one of them failed. Well, this should be a big thing, the student always practice at home and got a distinction for her previous examination. We're just unlucky we got that examiner. The examiner was famous for her perfection and can immediately cut off marks once the tempo went wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Don't worry, I'll show her. I'm never going to fail again. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays, yeah? But seems like a school day to me. And I don't know how to start my Moral project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-3384239953537291911?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/3384239953537291911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=3384239953537291911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/3384239953537291911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/3384239953537291911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/09/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1919377811303264546</id><published>2009-09-12T21:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:41:27.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Debt with Death [Name]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Length: Drabble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Summary: Have you ever wondered how you got your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His name, yes, was especially unique. He, himself was curious and finally took up the courage to ask his parents one day when he came back from kindergarten. He was already 5 years of age. The question popped out during dinner where all 3 family members were gathered. Their first expression was something he had expected. Shock. The thought he would only start asking when he was in primary school. Apparently, his parents thought that it would be fun to have a bet for it and mom won. Dad had to sacrifice his 5 dollar bill. Mom waved the green stuff in front of him once getting a hold of it and gave him a slobbery kiss on the cheek as a thank you. Dad wiped it with a disgusted face and stuck out his tongue at her. She obviously, followed suit. God, are they 10 or something? Mom started explaining with a big smile, leaving dad on the head of the table to moon over his past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rain was pouring outside of their new house and mom was pregnant with him. It was boring since she was on her holiday. Thus, the result, serious mood swings. The man in the house was especially on turmoil, dealing with his moody wife. After running around the house like a madman for practically half an hour, following mom’s each and every screeching order, he was left wheezing and puffing on the carpeted floor while mom was finally contended with the thing scattered around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Scrabble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Successfully, it manages to kill time and the terrible mood swings as well. Both adults had a great time playing the game for hours, forgetting the somber rainstorm breaking outside. Mom’s mind froze when she set her eyes upon the word on the board, ‘Latex’ while dad grinned to his victory. She scowled when she saw the only alphabets in her custody. ‘Y, E, E, X, R, Z, S, R’ Why did she had to get the last of the alphabets?! There wasn’t even any free space for her to place the new words, only the damn ‘X’ was available. She wasn’t going to let him win, nuh uh, no way. Mom grumbled when she saw the beaming face of her husband across her, clearly written “I’m the winner!” With her dignity at stake here, she quenched her mind for words and not failing, she manages to found a word in her memory files.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The woman let out a devious chuckle, giving the man a sly glance. Dad received the message and straightens his back, leaned forward, keen to see mom’s word. No way had she figured out a word to fit the ‘X’. One by one the pieces clicked on the board and finally a word came into view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Xerxes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dad screamed out unfair when there was no such word registered in his brain. Mom retorted back, angry that her own husband didn’t believe her or not convinced that he lost. Two of them ended up throwing death glares and threats at each other on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feeling a sharp pain jab on her abdomen, mom stopped in mid-sentence and winced. And winced again. Harder. Seeing his wife’s eyebrows knitting together, the man shifted closer and eyes wondered worryingly to the big lump on her stomach where her hands caressed softly. “He kicked me!” Mom looked up to dad with her wide emerald eyes brimming with wet tears. Her pink face slid into a touched smile and looked down to the unborn baby. “I think he wants us to stop fighting.” Mom said, confidence gained from her soon-to-be mother senses. Thinking why they had the fight in the first place, mom blamed. “It’s entirely this scrabble’s fault, I’m not playing anymore.” The young woman huffed and the man beside her sighed, hands reaching to pick up the bits of pieces scattered. “Oh, and by the way, there is a word called Xerxes-”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He kicked. He just had to kick at this very moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then mom declared to call the baby by that name since he ‘claimed’ to love that particular word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Xerxes stared. Really stared at the foolish couple in front of him with his mouth agape. “Close that mouth, son. You don’t want any files for dinner now.” Dad chuckled, his regret tucked away in his mind. The 5-year-old boy reluctantly shut it but his inherited emerald eyes still wide open, barely blinking except for the little twitch on the eyelids. You call that a ‘word’? It’s hardly pronounceable! His parents were so random. No. Scratch that, he was random, why did he have to kick at that time of all times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He hated himself. So very badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But. Look on the bright side, no one at kindergarten could even pronounce nor spell his name correctly for once, which includes the teachers. Then no one could call for him and he can stay at the corner of the room reading with peace. No matter how they call him, he’ll have an excuse to ignore them, claiming that he didn’t hear them calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The tip of Xerxes’ mouth twitched up slightly with the thought roaming in his head and resume having his dinner while his parents was already standing up to clear their silverware to the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe having this name wouldn’t be so bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.N: Um... Sorry Anne, I think I copied you. &gt;.&lt; Leave some comments ya, or none at all. I don't have the guts to show it to my friends at school, my paranoid side always thinks that they don't like it or it's boring. I tried changing my style of writing, from dialogues to description. But I can get influenced quickly when I read different types of fanfiction. Sigh. Idea popped out when my teacher was talking about death. The word Xerxes do exist, it was a name of a Persia King (519-465 B.C.) Pronounced like Zurk-sez. I do my homework. Ha. Anyway, this is only a drabble. Not the story. And little 5-year-old Xerxes was already so mature. XP I like mature people, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy 10th Birthday to Blogger!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1919377811303264546?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1919377811303264546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1919377811303264546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1919377811303264546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1919377811303264546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/09/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-5773948402748283749</id><published>2009-09-04T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:19:38.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>Oh crap. Oh man. Oh my goodness. Oh shoot. Oh bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to the  Harry Potter series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, shamefully admitting that I've been hiding under a moss-covered rock these 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm regretting from that moment I've ever picked up that first addicting book and read that very first line. Ugh... Now, I'm searching for the third book. Seems like no one have it. Argh! Head exploding over here. I wanna read the Prisoner of Azkaban. Everyone says it's the best one! I have short-term memory lost. Seems like all the series I managed to borrow and read had been wiped clean from my memory. I wasn't that of a fan of HP since then because I didn't read the first book. But now.... Oh, no... No turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN SOMEONE BORROW ME THE WHOLE DANG SERIES? except book 1 &amp;amp; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm gonna buy the book if they were able to squeeze all 7 books into one single book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-5773948402748283749?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/5773948402748283749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=5773948402748283749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5773948402748283749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5773948402748283749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/09/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6122250756749915119</id><published>2009-09-02T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:02:51.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>Yay!! I renewed my blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice huh? I said I would morph everything into one. The picture, the layout and the codes. That doesn't count does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished the icons could change though... And having the navigation on top makes it hard for everyone right? But I didn't dare to change.. Maybe I'll try next time... Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm very contended, gonna stay like this until Christmas I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a problem though, the name list of links.... Some of the names has been crossed out... I really REALLY tried fixing it. Can't see any mistakes, every code is the damn same. I think that problem is the repeating of the alphabets in the name... I'm really sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this layout's kinda plain, but I loved it! Heck, I love every layout I changed into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edit at 03/09 3.59pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I manage to make the icons to be different in every post. But some post can have the same pics though. Still can't fix the prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sets of icons. One is random anime. Another is random pictures I liked. XD Hope someone likes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-6122250756749915119?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6122250756749915119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6122250756749915119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6122250756749915119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6122250756749915119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/09/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-237456419613075343</id><published>2009-08-28T17:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:51:10.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged No. 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seeing everyone did it except me, I think I'll have a go. Just to tell you guys that, I'm no good with sarcasm, didn't want to use it and even hear it. Although I did use a little bit(or too much?) sarcasms in the past, I'm trying my hardest not to use them. But now, it's an exception, I'll try using sarcasm. Make way for the inner me that no one knows of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got tagged from Anne. This could be fun once in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Objective: Are you mean and sarcastic? Have you ever answered people ‘meanly’ and sarcastically? If yes, show us how mean and sarcastic you are! If no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;then you should try at least once in your life with this note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Rule: Respond to these as sarcastic/mean as you could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;If an annoying person says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1) I am cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Oh, puh-lease. Everyone manages to say that ugly things are cute.. Pray tell me, which category you fall into? The cute category or the cute but ugly category?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) I am the most beautiful/handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;-Have you looked yourself in the mirror? No, I'm not borrowing you mine, what will you do if it breaks into millions of pieces after showing your face on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3) See, everyone likes me because I am rich and famous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I'm sorry, I think I must be blind. I don't see anyone liking you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4) Unlike you, I am perfectly multi-skilled. I do everything very well from sports to academic things…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Yeah.. But your common sense isn't very perfect. Maybe you need to work on that. Come back to me when you're done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5) You don’t know me? I am Bruneian artist; I have albums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Yes, I don't know you. Albums? Artist? Even with the clues you gave me, am I still suppose to know you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If an annoying pretty/handsome woman/man says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) I know you like me.hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Oh! You also fail to know that I hated you once you talked to me right now. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) What are you looking at? I am not interested in you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-No! No! Is that a pimple on your face? Oh my god! It's huge and hideous! I'm glad you're not interested in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;3) Sorry, you are nice but seriously not my type!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Oh, it's okay. I'm stupid enough to ask you in the first place. If you can't find any dates, how about you try that one over there? I think she's been eyeing on you for quite a long time. *Points to a fat girl across the room*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;4) UNLESS you are rich, then don’t dream that I will get a ride with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-I'm not even going to come near you. I'm not risking myself getting kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5) Look, I am pretty/handsome; I can make people hate you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-Oh, what If I make a scar on that pretty face of yours? I'm sure those people you're referring to would love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If an annoying extremely ugly woman/man says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) I think you and I can make a good couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;-Where did you get that pick-up line from? I'm sure that guy you learn from doesn't even have a partner by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) May I have your cell phone number? Please please please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;-Oh sure, I can babysit you anytime. Saying please 3 times was so immature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;3) Hi, wanna hang out? I want you to be with me the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-No. I'm busy with my own social life. Go get your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4) What do you like about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing. I guess I'll only like you when you leave me alone when you see this face. *Smiles* Now run off now. You don't want to get hurt do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5) I want you to say that I am pretty/handsome and you like me sooooo much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-Okay! You're ugly/immature and I hated you sooooo much! Make that "so" 100 times longer than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If your enemy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Hi bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;-What's your problem? What did I say about barking people foul names? Now, wipe that puppy look of your face. Aw.. Who's the cute dog? You are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You smell like shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;-Thanks for pointing it out, Sherlock. But on the other hand, you're the only one who smell like a field of pretty flowers. What? To afraid to dive yourself into that puddle of mud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3) I know you hate me because I am much better than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-Yeah, I do hate you. It's because I'm more better than you and you're not a competition to me. I'm bored. Try pushing yourself more next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4) What an ugly creature you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;-Like that insult is going to make me depressed. I was born ugly and proud of it. Apparently, you're still unsatisfied by my ugliness. Are you jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5) I am going to kick your ass in this race for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-*Runs off to finish line**Waves* I'M DONE KICKING YOUR ASS BY THE TIME YOU FINISHED SAY THAT CRAP LOAD OF WORDS. DOES IT HURT, BY THE WAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did tried. I really did. Its exhausting using sarcasm. But fun in a way too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-237456419613075343?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/237456419613075343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=237456419613075343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/237456419613075343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/237456419613075343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-no-10.html' title='Tagged No. 10'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-8056278114775875499</id><published>2009-08-27T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:04:19.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock</title><content type='html'>I just have to post this!! A story my second sis told me when we were having our dinner at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Slience*&lt;br /&gt;*Sliverwares clinking*&lt;br /&gt;*Giggling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd sis: What so funny huh?&lt;br /&gt;4th sis: Nothing lar... Just very quiet ma... Always you talk one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2nd sis choking on her food*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd sis: Okay lo, you wan me talk ma, then I talk lo! *Turns to me* When you were out ar, they play with the spoil phone you gave them ma... Then 4th sis fake fake use the phone to call Mummy lo. *Mimics with her hand* Hello ah! Mummy, you know ah, that 2nd sis ah.. She do this and do that. Then I take the phone away from her and fake fake call to Daddy lo. She go take back again and she fake fake call back mummy. You know what she say ar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stares at me try hard no to laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd sis: She say ar. "Mummy!! Just now ah!! 2nd sis call me *fingers point in the air and mouthing "F -word"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WORD!!! I JUST DIED!!! DIED DEAD!!! GOD! IF ONLY I RECORDED THE WHOLE DAMN THING!! I'LL DIE HAPPILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seriously SAID the word OUT LOUD. Apperently she LEARN from the war movies my father always watch, you know, uncensored, corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Remember to vote yeah? Like keywords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-8056278114775875499?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/8056278114775875499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=8056278114775875499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8056278114775875499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8056278114775875499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/08/shock.html' title='Shock'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-4899368227502090117</id><published>2009-08-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:02:39.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm very free. Hahaha. 3 days in a row I've been posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm itching to post until I don't see any videos anymore. I can't stand to see unfitted videos in my new blog layout. Yes, I'm not joking when I say I &lt;i&gt;h&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ave&lt;/i&gt; to change my layout. I really do love this layout and was planning to reuse it next time if I can. Or I'll change my mind thinking it's way to childish. Here are a few blog layouts that caught my interest and most of them are, embarrassingly, related to Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I have no idea why, just found out that they are cute. *Squeals* Oh yeah! Please vote!! Its really appreciated. Click for better view if you can't see with your straining eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVar3ce6kI/AAAAAAAAAYI/y48Bt068f8Y/s1600-h/blog1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVar3ce6kI/AAAAAAAAAYI/y48Bt068f8Y/s320/blog1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374301440000846402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Cute Hitman Reborn. (I forgot the name of this cute little thing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVbO9hd32I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MkW9d3tfxX8/s1600-h/blog2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVbO9hd32I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MkW9d3tfxX8/s320/blog2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374302042927783778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Everything I ask For (Fell in love with the pic. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVgD7hM2PI/AAAAAAAAAYY/nsl2YhD7K5c/s1600-h/blog3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVgD7hM2PI/AAAAAAAAAYY/nsl2YhD7K5c/s320/blog3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374307350969374962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Renimiscence (Yet again, the picture.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVg3kGfcbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/h4UDR2oJQDk/s1600-h/blog4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVg3kGfcbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/h4UDR2oJQDk/s320/blog4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374308238036529586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I eat teddy bears (No idea why it was called like that. But the pics are from 2NE1. I didn't know that after squinting my eyes and got confirmation from the comments.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVjWSQrMQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/rIQrlT6spXE/s1600-h/blog5%281%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVjWSQrMQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/rIQrlT6spXE/s320/blog5%281%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374310964846604546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Before]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVj2uuuQ8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/NwfwiEH0w1Q/s1600-h/blog5%282%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVj2uuuQ8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/NwfwiEH0w1Q/s320/blog5%282%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374311522244641730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[After]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Simplicity. (Love the fading sequence. I wanted to edit out the code but I'm not much of an expert. Anyone wanna help. Of course I'll credit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Found one similar thing among all these. The wordings are incredibly small sized. I'll fix it up in no time. So, people, I've finish my job and now's your turn. Vote please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally updated my LiveJournal. In 6 long months. Gotta catch some sleep now, It's about 12.30am. *Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Signed out*&lt;br /&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/1640972921662853627-4899368227502090117?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/4899368227502090117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=4899368227502090117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4899368227502090117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4899368227502090117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SpVar3ce6kI/AAAAAAAAAYI/y48Bt068f8Y/s72-c/blog1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-5230568724835355238</id><published>2009-08-25T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:37:57.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged No. 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I know its way late... I was bored and just thought I'll do this.. Enough reading fanfictions for one day, my eyes hurts like hell... Shoot. Now I'm in a bad mood. Stupid video, FAILED to download when it's just 90 MB's away. Now I have to wait for the torrent one to finish. IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Start-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02) What was your dream growing up?&lt;br /&gt;-Huh? I don't get this answer. I wanna be a doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03) What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;-Being Invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;-Apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05) Favorite vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;-Cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06) What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Midnight book 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07) What zodiac sign are you?&lt;br /&gt;-Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.&lt;br /&gt;-No way I'm having them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09) Worst Habit?&lt;br /&gt;-Regretting over my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?&lt;br /&gt;-I can't drive. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What is your favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;-Badminton. But now, none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?&lt;br /&gt;-A little bit of both. Mainly optimistic when I'm with my closest friends. Pessimistic when I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?&lt;br /&gt;-Keep pressing that damn alarm bell and cursing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;-No internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Tell me one weird fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;-I find myself annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?&lt;br /&gt;-Ask why are u here and invite you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;-Who is she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?&lt;br /&gt;-None. I think they're childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;-My hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?&lt;br /&gt;-Crime partner. We already are, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What color eyes do you have?&lt;br /&gt;-Black/dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Bottle or can soda?&lt;br /&gt;-Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;-Save it in my bank account for the interest and withdraw it 15 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What's your favorite place to hang out at?&lt;br /&gt;-Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;-Internet or reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you swear a lot?&lt;br /&gt;-Online: Yes. Real life: Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;-What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;-Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?&lt;br /&gt;-If I actually had it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Favourite and least favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;-Favourite: Ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;Least favourite: Spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?&lt;br /&gt;-I'm already reposting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-5230568724835355238?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/5230568724835355238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=5230568724835355238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5230568724835355238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5230568724835355238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-no-9.html' title='Tagged No. 9'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-2367381168356212818</id><published>2009-08-24T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:59:01.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book</title><content type='html'>Ahahaha!! This is the first post during my holiday week!! And to make it better! This is my 100th posts! Okay, lets do 3 cheers. BANZAI! BANZAI! BANZAI! Haha! I was planning to dedicate this post to Yvonne's birthday party and I accidentally miss counted... The previous one was the 99th post... I thought it was the 100th... And when I was scanning though my whole lists of posts, I found a draft that should be deleted after I reposted.. Argh!!!  I'm so sorry, Yvonne! *Pulls hair in frustration* Can this be a replacement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOLIDAYS STARTS NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, and to start it off was by going to the Popular book fest! Yvonne managed to remember to ask me the day before. Glad she didn't forget! *Laughs* So, I was informed that she's going to fetch me at 8.30am. I waited until they arrived and went after that. Yvonne recently got addicted to Wonder Girl's Nobody. So, she downloaded their vids and also Big Bang's Gara Gara Go!. She showed me the videos until we reached KLCC. Wonder Girl's dance for Nobody was pretty awesome. *Grins* We got to our destination in no time and saw that we were quite early. We waited while Yvonne's mom went somewhere. Then I watched Yvonne fiddling with the Rubic's cube. Honestly, I couldn't ever understand Rubic  language. She was speaking with up, right, down, 90 degrees, left, right and up again... And I just simply stare at her, oblivious of what she was talking about. Then her mom came back running and said that the entrance was the other side, then we ran. Of course we ran, then why do you need to rush all the way there at 8.30 in the morning. Apperently, Yvonne's mom wanna win something, a GPS book, so we had to be among the 100 people.  Then *insert dramatic background sound* the entrance opened. Everyone rushed in!!!! I followed of course. Here are the series of feeling I got: blurr, nervous, scared, shocked, helpless, angry, worried, relieved and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was squashed between hundreds(felt like millions) of people. Yvonne's young sis was also having the same fate, dang, everyone was having the same fate! I'm cursing the one who push everyone in the first place. *Curse, curse, curse* Well, in the end, Yvonne's mom did get the gift, I silently cheered for them. The first stand we ever visited that day was: The rubic's cube stand! Hahaha! They bought a 2x2 cube. And I was still standing there, ever so confuse. Then we began roaming around until 11.30am(right?). Yvonne's gotta go for the Mr Midnight...er... Signature event? Asking around for directions, apperently some of them have no idea where it is... Are they workers here? While one of them manage to tell us. And we go there, and yet again, some of them have no idea where to register! *Sighs* Asked another person and finally a dependable answer was given. We waited for Bryan to come after that, it was awkward when I saw him.... So, I didn't bother saying hi... Haha! I'm rude. He didn't bother too... So its not partly my fault. They got their certificates, Yvonne told a great story on stage, if you give me a chance to do that, I'll blew it by crying again. *LAUGHS* Then it was finished, quite fast... Yvonne's mom bought a lot of stationaries and Yvonne bought her books. Everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch after that. I didn't know what to choose, so I followed Yvonne's order. Ate one bite. Spicy. *Sticks out tongue* Me no likey spicy food. So, it's not Yvonne's fault she chose it, but she kept apologising... Then, I was speechless.. No choice but to say "it's okay." Excuse me, I have a weakness at expressing myself. Then we got back up to catch Yvonne's favourite celebrity. Of course she ran while I just walked behind. Then I was asked to stop by a few workers there, apperantly they think I'm *swearing* 19. I'm forgiving them for saying I'm old. *Snort* Reached there, and again, people people everywhere. I roam around the chinese books department, a big circle, and got back. Fans were still going crazy and a singing of a boy really stings my ears. It was finish by 2.30. Then everyone gathers at the booth he's sponsering. I waited again. Managed to see lots of interesting people passing my eyes. It's not boring, so don't worry Yvonne. Then, the promoting guy saw me day-dreaming. Dang! He started blabbling. *Rolls eyes* I can't buy the stupid electronic dictionary, idiot, you think I have enough money?! Man, he's so stupid for a promoter. He thinks I'm a kid that goes "Mommy! Mommy! I want this thing!". Ugh. I said I have to leave, politely of course. Then he let me go, asking me to give him a call if I change my mind. *Nerves popped out* Apparently, Yvonne was discussing something with her mom. Then I was thinking, is he looking over? *Thunder strikes* I immediately told Yvonne that I'll look around, in case he comes back again. *Shivers* Promoters are really scary and I'm an easy target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne came back! Roamed around the chinese section, she bought 2 chinese books. Then we went back. I manage to spark up my memory to buy a correction tape since mine got stolen. Who the hell want a correction tape?! I got back home after that with laughters. I took a bath and got ready to go out again at 7. Dinner at my dad's friend's apartment. It was totally boring and my MP4 had to run out of battery juice. Thank goodness I brought books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, the whole day. Happy, happy. I have to promote something. TOKYO MAGNITUDE 8.0 IS SO AWESOME! In a good way. Having cliffhangers, making my heart pump for more oygen... I can't stand Japan have a magnitude of 8.0 earthquake. My heart breaks when buildings rumble down and explosion happens. Argh!! Episode 7 is a cliffhanger! *Screams* *Cries* NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Regained concious* Sorry there. My Emotional side took over me. So, that's about it, I have to go back reading Supernatural Entanglements now. And to make it worse, my right eye hurts. I think I slept in  a wrong way last night. It's like I hit something and got a bruise. By the way, this is the mature side. Have a pleasent afternoon and good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha!!! Super long post!!! You like it yeah? I'm gonna make it longer, you wan? Ahahahahaha!! 07-Ghost episode 20! Teito lost his "eye"!! Ayanami!! I'll kill him! Hehe! No! 10 parts of Supernatural Entanglements!! I'm die reading this in one day! And I'm only on the forth part! Several sides of my brain already died along the way. Hm? How many do I have left? *Bangs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... Enough ranting... See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-2367381168356212818?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/2367381168356212818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=2367381168356212818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/2367381168356212818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/2367381168356212818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/08/book.html' title='Book'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-9185254962785161706</id><published>2009-08-19T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:14:22.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>Ah, yes! I'm finally able to go online and post in my blog. I missed it soo much!! And everyone too! 3 days not going online made me feel so left out from the society... So, this is my 99th post!! Making it twice as longer than any other posts before was my goal now.. But it won't be a problem for me, cause I have a lot to say!! Hahaha! I'm starting from Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday 15/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's very late for me to post this, many of my friends already did but what the heck, it's better than to post than nothing. Everyone have their point of view right? I'm attending my friend's birthday party tonight at 6.30pm. I already prepared my friend's birthday gift and giving another one in advance. We're celebrating two birthdays today. I really hoped that I was the first one there but... *Sighs*... there's already 2 people ahead of me...So, in the end me and my friend waited for the others... We were thinking of helping the hosts but they insists that we stay where we are and wait... Its hard seeing that someone is busy doing something that you know you can help but they rejected your offer... Make you kinda restless... Friends come by one by one.. The boys made a really grand entrance... They bowed and greeted the person in unison. While waiting, me and my other two friends that came early starting playing with the host's(my other friend) little cousin brother, he was cute and ran around in circles thinking that we were monsters that were going to catch him, I am no good with kids... I turned out running around in a weird way.... I can't believe I did that... So, everyone already arrived and every started eating... It was kinda awkward seeing everyone in their casual wear rather than seeing them in their uniform, except my close friends... Rarely speak to the boys... There were only 6 of us girls that night not counting the parents but I don't know what happened, we ended up into 2 groups, 3 persons in each and ate our dinner.... I really had NO IDEA what happened... It's like having a competition on giving a cold shoulder to the opponent..... Okay, nuf said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we had cakes, two of them, homemade, by the host's parents... One was mango and one was chocolate.. It was simply DELICIOUS and EXCELLENT! Best cake!  Wished I had some more but that will be greedy and rude... Sorry, my politeness side took over me... Then everyone was taken upstairs for games and movies, since the boys already "booked" the games, girls ended up watching movies in my friend's room.. Their rooms were awesome! Grand! Beautiful! I choose the 'seat' up between the beds... They have double-deckers and two of them, so total up there are 3 beds... One was for books and other stuff... Movie started rolling, I was having fun, then someone had to destroy it.. It's bad since I had a headache that day too due to playing the computer for a long time... Weird to me since I never encountered this problem... That little cousin brother started climbing up to the top part of the bunk... I was thinking it's okay for him to lie there since he's a part of the family but then my friend said to stop him from going up there... I had no choice but to block the way... But kids will be kids, HE WON'T LISTEN TO ME... I had to put him in my lap even though he was kicking... Then he started hitting me... I was like fine, hit me all you like.. But then he started saying things like he hated me, he'll complain to his parents, I'll be hated by them... I am very sensitive, another bad habit of mine that will never change and she(sensitive side) had to take over me.. I ended up crying... Yeah, laugh all you want, I'm a crybaby. My mood went down tremendously after that... I never meant to spoil everyone's mood... So, I went out from the room and watched the boys play games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs to watch Taiwanese game shows after that.... and ended up at home by 11.15pm... From that day on, I sweared that kids are fun to see but never fun to play with and taken care off.... Will keep a distance from them now.... Is there a thing called kid-phobia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday 16/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my sis Concert day... Went at 1 and came back at 6... Went out again for dinner and came back at 9... Never did touch the computer today..... I was itching to go online.... But I can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday 17/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School went on as usual... And was frustrated on Moral... We had a deadline on Tuesday and I never even touched it... Rushed through all of it until I had tuition at 6 to 10.15pm... Never touched the computer again today... I broke my record on writing  4 essays in one day and using 3 hours of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tuesday 18/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to go online at night... Found out I had tons of posts to read, comments to reply in Facebook, Emails to read, Fanfiction to read, video episodes to download and catch up!!!! AND I ONLY HAD ONE HOUR TO DO EVERYTHING! *Screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Realizes* Sorry, another side took over me... I have many sides huh? So, that's all about it. Does this post make everyone contended? I am! It's super long. I was thinking of changing my blog layout again... Time's up for this one... Any objections? I won't take no for an answer~ Kidding~ Have to stop here now, have to finish watching Bleach before Saturday... See ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SovVbiE0JmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/EHGUoWb-p7Q/s1600-h/Feeding.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SovVbiE0JmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/EHGUoWb-p7Q/s320/Feeding.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371621649549633122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yummy cake from Lulu to Nunnally~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Code Geass]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-9185254962785161706?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/9185254962785161706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=9185254962785161706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/9185254962785161706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/9185254962785161706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/08/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SovVbiE0JmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/EHGUoWb-p7Q/s72-c/Feeding.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-3773382805014517252</id><published>2009-08-08T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:47:02.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival</title><content type='html'>I'm totally over my failure in my piano exams now... But I still tend to think about it again.. Some habit of mine that I can't change... I caught a little cold and cough yesterday... Slight fever too... Around 37.1 degrees... But nothing big, took medicines and went to bed... My fever went back down with the cold and cough still there... And my father thinks I'm some kind of germ... He tells my mom to clean everything I touched... Hello? Isn't that a bit too much? I'm front of him, ya know.. Well, let's put that aside and talk about today's real subject..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, festival.. Japanese Cultural Festival to be precise. We entered a competition called Ikebana. Flower arrangement competition. During Friday,  me and my friend was sitting on the usual place we're sitting then one teacher tells us that she need 2 people from our class to enter Ikebana. At first I was like "Ikebana? What?" I simply couldn't get the teacher's slang.. Haha. In the end, of course we volunteered to go. It's Japanese. *Laughs* So, classes goes as usual but not much students came today due to a case of H1N1 in our school and in the class next to us.. Everyone that came ended up playing 'Killer' except for me and my friend. I was reading and she was busy drawing. School ended just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Skips to Saturday morning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up. Get ready in my uniform and went to school on my friend's car. Forgot to thank her... ... Failure... Anyway, we went to the school who's organising this festival. We got there and wow.. very quiet... Well, we did hear Japanese people having their speech and 'managed' to speak to them.. So, first on is the Ikebana competition.. The flowers arrangements are simply beautiful... We got third place.. All thanks to my friend, all I did was the cutting because I know that I couldn't do anything right.. We got the cert of course... with no names! Next on! Is sushi making! We got second for making the fastest sushi and third for eating the fastest. Then it's the Kimono and Yukata wearing competition. The Kimono's are breathtakingly GORGEOUS. How I wish I can have a chance to wear it! How I wish I had A CAMERA!!!! Ugh! Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, a bit dramatic just now... Someone took over me.. Okay.. Um... Yeah! We watched 5 performances! Very beautiful! Girls dancing in Kimono with their fans and umbrellas. A group of students dancing about the hardships conquered by the fisherman in Hokkaido and another group of students dancing with umbrellas.. That one I didn't quite hear the announcer's information... Lastly was a another dance by a group of girls, a dance about tea leaves picking I think.. So, the Kimono competition, we got in Second! We didn't win anything in the Yukata part though... Mainly because the boys didn't hide the shirt beneath.. It isn't suppose to be seen from the outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone took pictures and we got another Bon Odori fan as a souvenir. We didn't bother learning the dance though because we're short in time especially my friend. Then we were back to school and home. It was fum overall.. But I just hope that all my friends can go.. It's not like we didn't inform you, You wern't there on Friday where we thought you would come... So.... Yeah... Sorry.... I know she's mad.... Even though she's admitting she's not... I still wanna say sorry.... Of course I'll apologise to her face to face... Friendship isn't that easy to break right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it... Gotta go back listening to DAUGHTRY! *Squeals* I love his voice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-3773382805014517252?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/3773382805014517252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=3773382805014517252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/3773382805014517252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/3773382805014517252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/08/festival.html' title='Festival'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1838212095955064462</id><published>2009-08-06T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:45:51.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha...</title><content type='html'>I'm a total failure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna fail my piano exams... Do not think that I'm overreacting... Seriously I'll fail... I'll give you 10 best reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was nervous.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was cold.&lt;br /&gt;3. My mind went blank.&lt;br /&gt;4. My hands were numb.&lt;br /&gt;5. Due to that, I played wrong notes.&lt;br /&gt;6. The examiner was a woman.&lt;br /&gt;7. She asked me to play twice.&lt;br /&gt;8. My singing sucks.&lt;br /&gt;9. My clapping went off rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;10. I went off giving her the answers knowing they were actually wrong. I panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I was a boy, the moment I stepped into the room and saw that a woman was my examiner. UGH...!! I'm such a failure!!!!!!! I SUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DAMN IT!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1838212095955064462?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1838212095955064462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1838212095955064462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1838212095955064462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1838212095955064462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/08/ha.html' title='Ha...'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-8380880517316948349</id><published>2009-08-02T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:11:57.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hetalia - 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven Years of War ~  The Battle of Dying Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Song: by Sound Horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fSEWPc-c4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fSEWPc-c4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Maria Theresa] The flag of black eagle that brings death. Fighting with them is just.......&lt;br /&gt;[Austria] What's the matter, your majesty?&lt;br /&gt;[M] Even if it may lead to the decline of the country, you still want to get back the vital region?&lt;br /&gt;[A] Your majesty, those who should #listen to the requiem are waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;[M] You really decided to go?.....Those people are.....Austria.....Ahh.....Austria....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Prussia]&lt;br /&gt;PRUSSIAN ARMY, FOLLOW #THE&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME MEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* { The chronicles of Mythos. }&lt;br /&gt;{ It's as rapid as the blink of an eye. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Russia] The small countries buzzing around are so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;[P] You only attack when you have the advantage in numbers. You damn cowards!&lt;br /&gt;[A] Not invading Berlin is still fine. Since the victory in Kunersdorf, they are just wrecks.&lt;br /&gt;[France] Austria, the enemy seems to be......&lt;br /&gt;[A] ...fools who only know dashing rashly.&lt;br /&gt;[Hungary] You're right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fritz]&lt;br /&gt;Prussia, your troops will start attacking from the left side.&lt;br /&gt;My troops will start attacking from the right side. We’ll do a pincer attack!&lt;br /&gt;[P] Yes sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# {　G O D　W I T H　U S　}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scarlet deathly shores where the immortal countries dance.&lt;br /&gt;The corpses who can't speak now once have their own stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Even the tiniest #hope(future) is not allowed by destiny.&lt;br /&gt;On the completely changed battle field, the one standing at last&lt;br /&gt;is not the *Queen's country but the fierce black eagle only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# { Sword of Life Prussia, he brings the war as a war god }&lt;br /&gt;　　{ Loner Prussia, he brings God as a god of war }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P] It's been a long time, Austria. I won't forget.....&lt;br /&gt;the bullet that hit Fritz in the battle of Kunersdorf!!&lt;br /&gt;YOUR EXCELLENCY GENERAL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CHARGEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hungary] Mr. Austria, France is in a predicament!&lt;br /&gt;[A] What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;[H] It seems that the reason is fighting for *colonies as usual.&lt;br /&gt;[A] That fool...... fighting to save America...... with that pirate......&lt;br /&gt;[H] Battle of Liegnitz, occupation of Berlin! I think that guy is in a predicament as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A] France, go prepare at the boundary.&lt;br /&gt;[France] Got it~&lt;br /&gt;[A] Russia, go prepare at the north.&lt;br /&gt;[R] Just leave it to me~&lt;br /&gt;[A] Hungary, go to the battle field with me.&lt;br /&gt;[H] Yes!&lt;br /&gt;[all] Let us, the alliance, all meet again alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Destiny(War) is cruel, but don’t fear them!&lt;br /&gt;Because Destiny will never smile to those who don't fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P] We will not be the wandering order anymore. We fight! for a strong country and future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Finally...the paths of the two beasts have crossed }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P] Austria you bastard, the *dress wearing country, the grudge of Berlin!&lt;br /&gt;[A] Let's bring this to an end, Prussia. Let me be your opponent!&lt;br /&gt;[P] As you wish!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling for supremacy of the times, an everlasting melody.&lt;br /&gt;Armies running past, lives are like shooting stars, a blink of brightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surviving countries run across the era of wars.&lt;br /&gt;Heroes killing each other are later companions in the underworld, the repeating destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Austria }&lt;br /&gt;[A] Prussia, *to return evil for good is despicable!&lt;br /&gt;{ Prussia }&lt;br /&gt;[P] Ha! I can't stand the hypocritical Habsburgs.&lt;br /&gt;Only knows taking advantages whenever possible. Don't make me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[F] Prussia, I'm tired.....&lt;br /&gt;[P] ......Old Fritz? NO!!&lt;br /&gt;[F] and the support from Britain is already over. I don't want to see destruction of you.&lt;br /&gt;[P] Old....Fritz........damn it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[messenger] Message from Russia!! Empress Elizabeth died of sudden!&lt;br /&gt;[P&amp;amp;F] What did you say.....!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* { The end of the war }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translation note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An adaptation of Sound Horizon's song '死せる英雄達の戦い' (The Battle of the Dying Heroes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 引導を渡す literally means to guide across and it actually means guiding the dead to the afterworld. The yahoo dictionary gave me 'requiem' which I found it matches Austria perfectly so I used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 俺様(ore-sama), a cocky way to address oneself in Japanese. Any equivalent in English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* original lyrics. Mythos means 'story' or 'legend' in Greek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# correction from the author: It should be "Gott mit uns", not "Gott bei uns". It'a a phrase commonly associated with German military. (wiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* someone said this part is about Fritz’s friend Hans Hermann von Katte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Special linguistic feature in Japanese. The written word and the pronunced word can be different......so it gives double meaning. This is very common in Sound Horizon's songs. The same happens in the line 'destiny(war) is cruel'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I think the Queen is refering to Maria Theresa. However, her title is Archduchess of Austria, although she is also the Queen of Hungary......titles are complicated things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# direct translation from google……the text probably is “Leben Schwert Preußen er bringt den krieg als kriegsgott. Einzelgänger Preußen er bringt den God als kriegsgott”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The colony here should be Canada but......why are you here Alfred?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I don't quite get the phrase 駕篭篤き......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* teasing that Maria Theresa can't bear a boy. I think all fans know it. Just a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Prussia was established with the help of the Habsburgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The new Russian Emperor was Old Fritz's fan so he recalled his armies XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + + + + + + + + + + + + Ending + + + + + + + + + + + + + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{The era of great powers having their swords crossed}&lt;br /&gt;{On that road, were always struggles}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{The soldiers in ranks were all the same, not saying a word}&lt;br /&gt;{Although feared of death, they kept walking}&lt;br /&gt;{as there were no other choices...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands were held together with the empire who took the hand&lt;br /&gt;The glimpse of light seen in a glance was a small hope&lt;br /&gt;(affirmative word) [Ja]* ended the peace conference and resumed history&lt;br /&gt;On the new land obtained at last was the beat of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice, the journey was always with wars&lt;br /&gt;Things like unbearable pain, are things that never come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading east and disappeared was the white knight&lt;br /&gt;Heading north in triumph was the black eagle&lt;br /&gt;Let's link the wars we had to the newborn people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who left his land was the lady of nation&lt;br /&gt;Who got his land was the man of nation&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave the places we got to the beloved people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Did history create nations or nations create history?}&lt;br /&gt;{People who cannot live forever have no way of knowing all these}&lt;br /&gt;{Going around the horizons between nations is "the history of wars"}&lt;br /&gt;{Will a day ever come when divided lands becoming one?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{The chronicle of history is as rapid as a blink of an eye.}*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{A nostalgic melody, who's lips are they── }&lt;br /&gt;{Ah...the one who chants ROMAN*...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{...I wonder if there's ROMAN there...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Thank you!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*An adaptation of Sound Horizon's song '焔'(Flame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved this the most and also Sie:benjähriger K:reig...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-8380880517316948349?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/8380880517316948349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=8380880517316948349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8380880517316948349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8380880517316948349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/08/hetalia-5.html' title='Hetalia - 5'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-7903330914162804932</id><published>2009-08-01T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:32:03.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hetalia - 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven Weeks War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufuqTGCZ8WM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufuqTGCZ8WM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's already subtitles in the video. I still can post right? *Innocent smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You blockhead.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we went through some fights,&lt;br /&gt;my empire still was the one who has been ruling over Hungary, Czech and all others.&lt;br /&gt;You blockhead.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my empire was the one who has even been ruling over Germany for nearly 400years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a farce! Forgot all the troubles you've always been causing?&lt;br /&gt;You seriously thought things would get along well while holding that many ethnics?&lt;br /&gt;What an absurdity. That's my way of being.&lt;br /&gt;It's out of the question to shut off the Germans alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would settle this whole place for you all.&lt;br /&gt;That defiant attitude of yours annoys me to the guts!&lt;br /&gt;I would built an empire of 70million and govern it for you all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving you Germany if you're not up to giving up the other ethnics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blockhead.&lt;br /&gt;You seriously think you're capable of raising an empire by settling Germany by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;You blockhead.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have fallen, my dignity is still not lost.&lt;br /&gt;I also have plently of allies who would side me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a farce!&lt;br /&gt;Backing off from Italy for being tossed by the waves of revolution?&lt;br /&gt;I'd doubt your strength!&lt;br /&gt;What an absurdity.&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten about being rejected by Hannover and Sachsen?&lt;br /&gt;I would isolate you if you disobey me, now just listen to what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit with your crapping!&lt;br /&gt;You blockhead.&lt;br /&gt;I could easily gather allies of mine once I call out, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Participate the congress to settle Germany's treatment.&lt;br /&gt;That arrogant attitude of yours annoys me to the guts!&lt;br /&gt;'Give Holstein to me'? Watch yourself, you're letting yourself go too much.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine myself being defeated, not even by the Federales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Weeks War? Seriously, no thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Your old troops are no match to me!&lt;br /&gt;Please be temperate about the cession of my territory after my lost.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your territory if you'd back off from Germany's unification! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-7903330914162804932?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/7903330914162804932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=7903330914162804932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7903330914162804932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7903330914162804932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/08/hetalia-4.html' title='Hetalia - 4'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1167121583530896877</id><published>2009-07-31T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:05:36.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hetalia - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;聖：戦でSie:benjähriger K:rieg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song:   by Sound Horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymn5K7KNGCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymn5K7KNGCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Read it here if it's too fast.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fool asked, why the king went to the battlefield where he wouldn't have the advantage of the terrain.&lt;br /&gt;The wise knew that, there was no option but to fight in order to defuse such situation as being besieged by multiple armies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.D.1756 the Seven Years' war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Diplomatic Revolution by Maria Theresa who was the queen of Austria, led to the formation of the League of Three Petticoats.&lt;br /&gt;Austria also gained Hungary, Saxony and Sweden as the allies.&lt;br /&gt;They intended to surround Prussia and regain Silesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan : We'll help you out, so let us advance southward. (kol☆)&lt;br /&gt;Francis : You shouldn't make ladies angry very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding the noble double-headed eagle at the chest,&lt;br /&gt;Let's march forward together, our allied armies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response, Prussia formed an alliance with the UK,&lt;br /&gt;Forestalled the plot, went on a raid while advancing, invaded Saxony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jet-black banners were racing through the reddening battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;The heroes in Rosbach.&lt;br /&gt;March forward, our brave Landeskinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.D.1759 August, the Battle of Kunersdorf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of eighty thousand soldiers that consisted of the Austrian army led by Laudon and the Russian army, joined together near Kunersdorf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prussian army led by Frederic, which consisted of forty-five thousand soldiers, crossed the Oder river in the southern part of Kustrin.&lt;br /&gt;[Prussia national anthem]&lt;br /&gt;And when the evil storm myself quarry umsauset ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the vicious storm myself quarry finds,&lt;br /&gt;Night be aroused in the lightning's glow ,&lt;br /&gt;Which hast but already, anger in hand, been wrought 'gainst the world.&lt;br /&gt;but what trembled not, was the Prussian courage.&lt;br /&gt;Rock may break and oak tree shatter, I will not tremble;&lt;br /&gt;it shall blow, it shall crash, flashs of lightning wildly cross the sky:&lt;br /&gt;I am a Prussian, I will a Prussian be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Austrian National Anthem]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strongly feuded for, fiercely hard-fought for,&lt;br /&gt;You lie in the middle of the Continent&lt;br /&gt;Like a strong heart,&lt;br /&gt;Since the early days of the ancestors you have&lt;br /&gt;Borne the burden of a high mission,&lt;br /&gt;Much tried Austria.&lt;br /&gt;The burning battlefield. The soldiers were falling over.&lt;br /&gt;The king was targeted. The approaching enemies.&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing the trigger on horseback, aimed at their prey.&lt;br /&gt;The bullet was fired, grazed the king's military attire.&lt;br /&gt;The king fell from his horse. A man darted out.&lt;br /&gt;Repelling the blade which swept down to his king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men faced each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert - Prussia, Roderich - Austria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert : What are you doing to my precious king.&lt;br /&gt;Roderich : You Obaka-san(You foolish man), give back my vital regions to me!&lt;br /&gt;Roderich : I have no intention of having mercy on you.&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert : You coward, you can't do anything alone.&lt;br /&gt;Roderich : I would rather hear from anyone but you.&lt;br /&gt;Roderich : Invasions, betrayals, the militarist Prussia.&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert : I'll fight even if I'm all alone. As long as my king lives...&lt;br /&gt;Roderich : Wait, Obaka(you fool)! You...are you thinking you can match the powerful countries of which you make enemies?&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert : For today, I'll withdraw.&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert : Roderich, don't you forget the name of the man who will defeat you.&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert : His name is, "Gilbert Weillschmidt"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black steed dashed like wind on narrow mountain paths.&lt;br /&gt;On the horseback was a silver-haired man in dark blue,&lt;br /&gt;Being accompanied by his injured soldiers, sped toward north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely and memorial song. *Sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1167121583530896877?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1167121583530896877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1167121583530896877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1167121583530896877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1167121583530896877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/07/hetalia-3_31.html' title='Hetalia - 3'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6323567255274877070</id><published>2009-07-30T19:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:17:16.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hetalia - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CROSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v8rTEyrWN_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v8rTEyrWN_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung by someone, I think Taiwanese. As much as I hate this, I have to say that they did a pretty good job. This is not mine. I copied from someone's blog, yeah? Don't sue me! This video is about Prussia and Germany. By the way, I tried fixing everything, trying to make it PERFECT, but... it wont budge.... Very handicapped la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + C R O S S + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;lyrics: 夏時　illustrations: 因　vocal: 咪太　arrangement: 紅紅 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;1871年パリ郊外の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;ヴェルサイユ宮殿の「鏡の間」で&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;プロイセン王ヴェルヘム１世の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;皇帝戴冠式が行われた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;このプロイセン王を皇帝に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;戴く連邦国家は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Deutsches Kaiserreich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;と呼ばれた。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{1871, at the outskirt of Paris, }&lt;br /&gt;{in the Hall of Mirrors in Palace of Versailles} 　&lt;br /&gt;{the King of Prussia, Wilhelm I, }&lt;br /&gt;{had his coronation as the emperor}　  　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{The conferderate states who }&lt;br /&gt;{support the Prussian King as emperor...} 　&lt;br /&gt;{was called the GERMAN EMPIRE} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;孤独なプロイセンに&lt;br /&gt;建てられた帝国&lt;br /&gt;出来栄えをいうなら&lt;br /&gt;ドイツ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;だけどまだ足りない&lt;br /&gt;一つだけ出来ない&lt;br /&gt;それは　タマシイという&lt;br /&gt;アイアンクロス&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lonely Prussia&lt;br /&gt;had built an empire&lt;br /&gt;In his honourable name,&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's still not enough,&lt;br /&gt;only one thing is missing&lt;br /&gt;That's what called the soul,&lt;br /&gt;the IRON CROSS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;百年の歳月(とき)が過ぎ&lt;br /&gt;独りで残された&lt;br /&gt;ウェストのドイツは&lt;br /&gt;願う&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知りたい　あの人が&lt;br /&gt;命の　終わりまで&lt;br /&gt;俺にあずかっていた&lt;br /&gt;クロス&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hundred years had passed&lt;br /&gt;The one left behind,&lt;br /&gt;Germany in the west,&lt;br /&gt;WISHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know why...when that person&lt;br /&gt;came to his end of life,&lt;br /&gt;I was committed to this&lt;br /&gt;CROSS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1945年　WW2は終結した&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;今　動き始めた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;目覚める帝国&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;なぜか　涙が&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;止まらない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;なぜ　おれが　震える&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;目覚める鼓動&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;こんな痛みはどこから？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;{In 1945, WW2 ended}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the move&lt;br /&gt;The awakening empire&lt;br /&gt;Why the tears&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm trembling?&lt;br /&gt;The awakened heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Where does this pain come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;WW2終戦後&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;1947年2月25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;連合国管理理事会法令46号により&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;プロイセン国家の解体が宣言された&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;が&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;とうの昔に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;プロイセン国家などというものは&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;存在しなくなっていた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;{After WW2 ended}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{25 February 1947}&lt;br /&gt;{In Law no.46 of the Allied Control Council,}&lt;br /&gt;{the dissolution of Prussia was formally proclaimed.}&lt;br /&gt;{However,}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{long time ago,}&lt;br /&gt;{the country called Prussia}&lt;br /&gt;{no longer exsist} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;フシギ　タマシイ　タマシイ　フシギ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;おれが知った　喜ぶことを&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;フシギ　タマシイ　タマシイ　フシギ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;おれが知った　悲しむことを&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;フシギ　タマシイ　タマシイ　ムゲン&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;なんて　深く切ない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;INCREDIBLE, SOUL, SOUL, INCREDIBLE&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt what is happiness&lt;br /&gt;INCREDIBLE, SOUL, SOUL, INCREDIBLE&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt what is sorrow&lt;br /&gt;INCREDIBLE, SOUL, SOUL ...INFINITY&lt;br /&gt;How heartrending it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;今　気付きはじめた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;生まれた理由を&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;きっと　独りは&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;寂しい&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;そう　あの日あの時&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;全ての記憶に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;宿るタマシイが蘇る&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now I started to realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;the reason why I was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;It must be being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;is too lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Right, on that day, at that moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;all the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;revive from the soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[降参するのだ、ウェスト。]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[俺は軍人だ。]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[お前は違う。オレこそ軍人だ。]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[…なんだと…]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ドイツ、お前は帝国だ。]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;今　言える&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;本当の言葉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;捧げる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;君に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Go surrender, West.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm a soldier.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[You're not. I AM the soldier.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...What did you say?...] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Germany, You're an empire.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now I can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;my true words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Dedicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;to YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ありがとう...ありがとう...&lt;br /&gt;この世におれを生んでくれて&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ありがとう...ありがとう...&lt;br /&gt;一緒に過ごせた日々を &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you]&lt;br /&gt;for giving me life in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you]&lt;br /&gt;for the days we spent together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ありがとう...ありがとう...&lt;br /&gt;君が俺にくれた全て&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ありがとう... ありがとう...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;永遠(とわ)に輝く&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for all you had given to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER IT SHINES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;* sentences are broken to match the lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;* Because of the German Revolution of 1918, William II abdicated as German Emperor and King of Prussia. Prussia was proclaimed a "Free State" and was no longer a kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;* This is an adaptation of vocaloid RIN's song 'ココロ' (HEART). It's about a robot, having her heart finished, learnt what's emotion and thanks her creator who died long ago. (Already downloaded)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;* The song has a derivative 'ココロ．キセキ' (HEART．MIRACLE) which is about the robot's creator who thinks all he had with the robot are miracles. The author of 'クロス' had rewritten this song too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + CROSS．MIRACLE + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;SOUL... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;The 1st miracle is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;you was born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;The 2nd miracle is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;the time spent with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;The lonely Prussia  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;has built an empire  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;In his honourable name,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;GERMANY  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;But it's still not enough,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;only one thing is missing  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;That's what's called the soul,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;the IRON CROSS  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I want to tell you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;A country's happiness and sorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;Prussia in the east,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;WISHES  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;the distress continues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;only time keeps going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;Left behind are the empire and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;CROSS  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;myself who's reflected on you eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;what does he mean to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;Ah...time is no longer infinite to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;but you don't understand yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;why did you laugh, brother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;INCREDIBLE, SOUL, SOUL, INCREDIBLE  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He told me about happiness  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;INCREDIBLE, SOUL, SOUL, INCREDIBLE  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He told me about sorrow  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;INCREDIBLE, SOUL, SOUL ...INFINITY  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Where on earth are you... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;The 1st miracle is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;you was born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;The 2nd miracle is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;the time spent with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;The 3rd miracle has not yet happened... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;The 3rd miracle has not yet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Why this cross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;was given to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...this...this is...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;that time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...(brother)...?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;If I can travell through time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;there is only one thing that I want to tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;the future empire  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;my true words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255);"&gt;[Germay, you are my miracle.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;The 1st miracle is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;you was born&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thank you, thank you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;for giving me life in this world &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;The 2nd miracle is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;the time spent with you&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thank you, thank you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;for the days we spent together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;The 3rd miracle is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;all you had given to me &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thank you, thank you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;for all you had given to me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;Therefore it's enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I don't need anything more&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span new="" roman=""  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thank you, thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times;" new="" roman="" &gt;FOREVER IT SHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;NES&lt;/span&gt;&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/1640972921662853627-6323567255274877070?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6323567255274877070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6323567255274877070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6323567255274877070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6323567255274877070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/07/hetalia-2.html' title='Hetalia - 2'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-7835255484159700147</id><published>2009-07-29T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:38:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hetalia</title><content type='html'>I love Hetalia! I was so crazy for it, I search for their fanmade vids on YouTube. And I found a few very touching vids! I loved it!! So so much! To make it better, their songs are sung by Vocaloids! Ah!!! I'm so touched!! *Cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/thRx0GYNucw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/thRx0GYNucw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the lyrics though. The pictures and colour touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/afRgWH7BMMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/afRgWH7BMMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is about Japan's camera and it's memories that he captured. His friends' past and the present. A little sweet moment between Japan, Italy and Germany at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Warning! Watch at your own risk. It's not rated or anything. But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qWFGw6F72So&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qWFGw6F72So&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America and England! So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5v6qkLkEtew&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5v6qkLkEtew&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sobs* America, England and JAPAN!! NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6aWO4q2_xR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6aWO4q2_xR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prussia and Germany!! *Sobs again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone's artworks!! Ahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh... I'm going to do 4 posts related to this. HAHAHAHAHAHA!(I'm very dramatic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's learn History!!(The easy way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-7835255484159700147?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/7835255484159700147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=7835255484159700147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7835255484159700147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7835255484159700147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/07/hetalia.html' title='Hetalia'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1385410777326261236</id><published>2009-07-19T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:19:51.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Like what the heck happened yesterday? I went online today and saw tons of people updating... Especially someone who updated for like 5 or 6 posts in one go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about dreams I had a really weird dream on Friday night. That means Saturday morning too. Here is the detailed story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with me in a neighborhood standing alone with myself. I seem to be visiting someone but I can't seem to know who that person is. My legs begun walking themselves towards the direction, houses passed by. Houses has no gates and the whole place was quiet with no one around. Then I passed by a house with tall dark gates. There were pictures on the surfaces, changing every now and then. Scary faces popped out, asking me to go away and a finger pointing towards me, asking me to come in. I pushed open the door and saw a garden. Plants dead and the atmosphere dark, I put my head in a directly saw mirror. Crows flied around the house. I shouted. No one answered. So, I went out again and tried to close the door. Found out that I couldn't close it, so I left it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Scene Changes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself standing at the same spot. The tall gates yet in front of me. Again, I opened the door which was left ajar, I think by me. I popped my head in again, seeing the same thing last time and I went out again. The door yet won't lock.. I stuck my head in again and the inside changed completely. I was the same mirror again and this time I saw a pair of couple wearing Victorian clothes and staring in front of them... I can't seem to remember their faces but I guess the woman was beautiful. I had the feeling. I called out again and this time someone answered. I saw a girl appeared from up the stairs. She smiled and signaled me to come up. I went up and saw everything was strangely the same as my house. Totally the same. She offered me a cup of tea but I declined, having the feeling that it was somehow poisoned. Her face changed instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Scene Changes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it changed the scene. I was in the living room of someone's house. Apparently someone was killed and I was to investigate or something. I walked into their kitchen and saw a chalkboard with words that made me feel that it was linked to the murder. I asked the family members. The children pointed to their grandfather because I asked who own this chalkboard. The old man declined yet again and pointed to someone. My guts was telling me that the murderer was the girl who offered me the cup of tea. I woke up by my mom after that. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind wandered around the whole day. Thinking. But I got distracted after that when my friend said she can fetch me to Bon Odori. This was my second time going there. I thought it would be different this time when it says no one is to cosplay or wear gothic dresses. But, apparently some didn't obey the rules and wear it there. I was so disappointed! They didn't respect the ghost or Japanese people. Hello? We're here to watch the festival and NOT showing off your expensive clothes or anything. There were lesser people this year. But sands were flying everywhere and I think I got infected, I was coughing the whole night... My throat was dry and drinking water was no use. We saw tons of Japanese people yesterday but was too afraid to ask anyone of them to take a picture with. I don't even have a camera! I wish I had one~ I had a bowl of Udon that night, sharing half with my friend. Well, this time, it's nice. But lets hope everyone can go next year or maybe the year after that. Wish &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;that person&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the tags, can you guys ask for it when you're online. Don't just post it in your blog. If I don't read it, how will I know you want it. Not scolding. Sorry. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FLOW ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1385410777326261236?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1385410777326261236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1385410777326261236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1385410777326261236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1385410777326261236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-4018403828485517248</id><published>2009-07-13T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:50:40.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged No. 8</title><content type='html'>♠ Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.&lt;br /&gt;• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.&lt;br /&gt;♥ They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;♣ You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag to:&lt;br /&gt;Mandy, Anne, Yvonne, Irys, Sara-Jane, Sue Zann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sl3rzjUaQPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nCY3V4WBTyg/s1600-h/20050129_613_Resize_of_1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sl3rzjUaQPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nCY3V4WBTyg/s320/20050129_613_Resize_of_1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358698402527461618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sl3nJ-cUIhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-sh0sqth-tk/s1600-h/20070107_537_10006555124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Please contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-4018403828485517248?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/4018403828485517248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=4018403828485517248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4018403828485517248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4018403828485517248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged-no-8.html' title='Tagged No. 8'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sl3rzjUaQPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nCY3V4WBTyg/s72-c/20050129_613_Resize_of_1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-3047861099875094852</id><published>2009-07-09T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:25:57.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release No. 2</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot! ARASHI'S NEW SONG CAME OUT! I know it's way late. But hey, who was the one who heard of their new song first? Not me. Hahaha. It's my hardcore friend from Facebook. It's a great song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRrnJhLQ1z8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRrnJhLQ1z8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! And their other song. But not their single. I'm sure this is the PV, if i'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PRMUhe4NkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PRMUhe4NkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-3047861099875094852?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/3047861099875094852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=3047861099875094852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/3047861099875094852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/3047861099875094852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/07/release-no-2.html' title='Release No. 2'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-5131845346159632362</id><published>2009-07-09T17:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:44:11.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I can't live without music.... I can live without it when I was in primary school... Maybe I got lazy and different then primary now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's a long time I didn't update anything and so many events has passed.. I seem to forget about it already except that I watched [Dance, Subaru!] &lt;dance,&gt; on the 28 of June &lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;I think.. We g&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;ot to Times Square to watch since its the only place it's showing... And overall, It's quite nice but not the plot I was looking forward to.&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;I'm going to watch [Transformers] &lt;transformers&gt; this Saturday I think at IOI mall.. Depends on my friend. I'm sure it'll be great, with lots of big sounds, comedy and hope not any kissin&lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;&lt;transformers&gt;g scenes..... *sticks out tongue in disgust*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;&lt;transformers&gt;Oh yeah! I get to learn Japanese Language!! Finally got to persu&lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;&lt;transformers&gt;ade my mom and dad. Well, it's mostly my mom. I'm going with my friend but now th&lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;&lt;transformers&gt;e problem is &lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;&lt;transformers&gt;that the center is still not confirmed with the time and date of the class, if it isn't on&lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;&lt;transformers&gt; Saturday at 2 to 4pm then I guess I'll have to give up the class. We already prep&lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;&lt;transformers&gt;are this plan out properly and dong! It got ripped off 50%. Let's just hope there's a giant tape to tape it back and we can learn&lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;&lt;transformers&gt; it&lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;&lt;transformers&gt;.&lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;&lt;transformers&gt;These are a few artists I'm starting to have interest in&lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;&lt;transformers&gt;:&lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dance,&gt;&lt;transformers&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/transformers&gt;&lt;/dance,&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SlXC_sYK6jI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_1Z3_xmUK7U/s1600-h/lead2008_vibes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SlXC_sYK6jI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_1Z3_xmUK7U/s320/lead2008_vibes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356401731327158834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Lead]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From left:&lt;/span&gt; Taniuchi Shinya (谷内伸也), Nakadoi Hiroki (中土居宏宜), Kagimoto Akira (鍵本輝)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom:&lt;/span&gt; Furuya Keita (古屋敬多)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically, I fell in love with them when I was randomly searching for piano scores on YouTube. Their song &lt;stand&gt;[Stand Up!] was one of the songs in Katekyo Hitman Reb&lt;/stand&gt;&lt;stand&gt;orn! T&lt;/stand&gt;&lt;stand&gt;heir personality was somehow same like Arashi's with their silliness, but of course no one can beat Arashi. *Heart eyes* But trust me, their song's are nice.&lt;/stand&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SlXCmJravEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/KlsNk7bmHgk/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SlXCmJravEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/KlsNk7bmHgk/s320/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356401292515916866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[CHERRYBLOSSOM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Left:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back:&lt;/span&gt; Guitar - KUPPA, Drums - Yucchi, Bass - 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Front:&lt;/span&gt; Vocals - MEEKO, MAICO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;stand&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ever Girl Pop-Rock band I loved! I also fell in love with them from listening to their song, [Dive to World] &lt;dive to="" world=""&gt;, one of the songs, yet again from Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I loved MAICO, she's mature while her companion, MEEKO was a bouncy type of girl, great pair of friends. Come on! Listen to their song, it's the last song on my Blog music. (No offence)&lt;/dive&gt;&lt;/stand&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;stand&gt;&lt;dive to="" world=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dive&gt;&lt;/stand&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SlW-Xnc44oI/AAAAAAAAAVg/S6G_hivXgqY/s1600-h/Mocochang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SlW-Xnc44oI/AAAAAAAAAVg/S6G_hivXgqY/s400/Mocochang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356396644763492994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[LM.C]&lt;br /&gt;Short for Lovely-Mocochang.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From left: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Vocals, guitar) -&lt;/strong&gt; Maya&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, (Guitar, vocals) -&lt;/strong&gt; Aiji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Visual-Kei band I loved! There seem to left out that there are other band members though. SID was not counted as Visual-Kei, they're changing back to pop right? That's what I heard. Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Thank you for letting me find such a great band! &lt;boys girls=""&gt;[Boys &amp;amp; Girls], was what made me fell in love with them. I was like searching crazy for their albums that day when I found out about them. Would anyone love me to put each of their songs in this post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/boys&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SlXDMJP4y9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/BBWK4stxcmY/s1600-h/kalafinak.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SlXDMJP4y9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/BBWK4stxcmY/s320/kalafinak.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356401945235475410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Kalafina]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From left:&lt;/span&gt; Wakana, Keiko, Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Composer:&lt;/span&gt; Kajiura Yuki (梶浦由記)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, yes. Lovely girls and great powerful voices. First knew about them when they sang Kuroshitsuji's second ending song, [Lacrimosa]&lt;lacrimosa&gt;. I'm somehow their 'fan' ever since. Well, conclusion, all anime songs are AWESOME! AWESOME SINGERS and BANDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it. Heh. LOONG POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/lacrimosa&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;lacrimosa&gt;Credits to:  &lt;a href="http://japanesemusicdream.wordpress.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/9109/thjmdlt8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/lacrimosa&gt;&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/1640972921662853627-5131845346159632362?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/5131845346159632362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=5131845346159632362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5131845346159632362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5131845346159632362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/07/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SlXC_sYK6jI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_1Z3_xmUK7U/s72-c/lead2008_vibes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-4915479143063545826</id><published>2009-07-02T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:32:03.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Anime 2009</title><content type='html'>Tokyo Magnitude 8.0!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The followings are the Summer Anime: (Coming out around July)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Isekai no Seikishi Monogatari Episode 04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Kawa no Hikari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Umi Monogatari ~Anata ga Ite Kureta Koto~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Fight Ippatsu! Juuden-chan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Ukkari Pénélope 2nd Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Umineko no Naku Koro ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Aoi Hana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; NEEDLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Taisho Yakyuu Musume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Bakemonogatari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Element Hunters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; CANAAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(Might Consider...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Zan Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Kuruneko &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Princess Lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; AIKa Zero Episode 01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Kanamemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; GA: Geijutsuka Art Design Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Sora no Manimani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Spice and Wolf II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Tokyo Magnitude 8.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Will Watch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Yoku Wakaru Gendai Mahou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Isekai no Seikishi Monogatari Episode 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Hetalia Axis Powers Second Season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt; Ontama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll do this every season..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bb-red"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-4915479143063545826?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/4915479143063545826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=4915479143063545826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4915479143063545826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4915479143063545826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/07/tokyo-magnitude-8.html' title='Summer Anime 2009'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-7095763102209644843</id><published>2009-06-30T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:04:02.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>OW! OW! OW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gum hurts like hell!! I can't eat properly! It got swollen up in my mouth and I don't even have the slightest idea what I did to make this happen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped lunch today because I can't eat with my mouth like this, and I don't even have the appetite to eat my dinner when I was going though this cruciating pain in my mouth!! I can't close my mouth fully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!! Help me!! I don't want to go on like this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-7095763102209644843?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/7095763102209644843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=7095763102209644843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7095763102209644843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/7095763102209644843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/06/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-4122928893084365381</id><published>2009-06-20T11:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:14:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged No.7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pass this tag to 10 people !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1] Yvonne (You don't have to do it again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2] Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3] Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4] Irys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5] Sara-Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6] Sue Zann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7] Allen (Fictional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8] Sebastian (Fictional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9] Teito (Fictional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10] Haine (Fictional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I'm following Yvonne. Hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Would you date number 5? (Sara-Jane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I dunno.. By the way, she's a girl. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;2. Number 2 just got in a car crash. How do you react? (Mandy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Visit her immediately. Maybe bring her some comics or chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;3. You see number 9 with your boy/girlfriend. What do you do? (Teito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- O.O Wow, if someone ask me which one is my boyfriend... I would surely say Teito. *Evil Laugh* My boyfriend would understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;4. You come home and your room has been ransacked by number 4. (Irys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Too shocked to do anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;5. Number 1 is acting weird. (Yvonne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I could hear her out, if she won't tell... Well, I'll just prepare to hear her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;6. Numbers 3 and 8 decide to give 10 a haircut (Anne &amp;amp; Sebastian &gt; Haine )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Pfft. Prepare to get killed.. He's very violent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;7. Number 7 just got tickets for him/her and ask you to go to a concert (Allen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Of course I'll go.. And prepare a stash of money.... Lot of food might me involved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;8. Number 10 takes you to a bar. (Haine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- As if! He's anti-social. And scared of girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;9. Number 4 has to move to the other side of the world. (Irys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Bring me with you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;10. You and number 8 are being chased by the cops for an unknown reason (Sebastian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Heh. We'll escape in super lightning speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;11. Number 5 asks you out to dinner (Sara-Jane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Ok. It'll be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;12. Number 9 and you are sitting on a bus (Teito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Is Frau with you? I don't wanna meet him... Bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;13. Number 6 calls you in the middle of the night because he/she can't sleep (Sue Zann)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I'm all ears, Don't blame me if I fell back asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;14. Your walking with someone and number 6 runs up and tackles you to the ground from behind (Sue Zann)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Look at her with an annoyed face. I don't like to be interruped when I'm in a middle of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;15. Number 1 is crying one day and you ask him/her why and it seems their boy/girlfriend has dumped them (Yvonne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Tell her that there's plenty of other fishes in the sea. But I'm actually surprised that she have a bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;16. Number 2 offers to bake you a meal. As you sit in the other room, the kitchen is suddenly aflame (Mandy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Not possible. She knows how to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;17. Number 4 comes to your door one day holding a koala (Irys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Oh! How cute. Is there cops chasing you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;18. Number 4 just got you an X-Box (Irys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Swe-et! Thanks a mill! I could spend 5 years playing this thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;19. Number 9 challenges you to a children's card game! (Teito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;span&gt; I'll lose.. Cuz I can't concentrate when there's someone so handsome in front of me. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;20. Number 1 thinks he/she's overweight (Yvonne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Then I'm overweight too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;21. Number 7 looks lonely! (Allen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I'll sit with him? And prepare food for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;22. Number 2 asks you rudely to go leave her/him alone (Mandy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Look at her with shocked eyes. But if she still insist, I'll go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;23 .Numbers 5 and 3 decide to dye their hair black. What do you say to that?(Sara-Jane &amp;amp; Anne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- That would be useless ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;25. Number 2 tells you he/she is going to go out for a while, and then later you hear about a shooting where 2 went (Mandy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Who'd you shot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;26. You catch number 9 by him/herself, crying (Teito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Who made you cry?! Is it Frau?! FRAU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;27. Numbers 1 , 3 , 5, and 6 all tackle you at once! (Yvonne, Anne, Sara-Jane, Sue Zann)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Can't breathe....... *Air supply cut off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The person I tagged can ask me for the whole questions.... Sorry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-4122928893084365381?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/4122928893084365381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=4122928893084365381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4122928893084365381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4122928893084365381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-no7.html' title='Tagged No.7'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-327124437626623763</id><published>2009-06-17T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:39:36.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>GYNAAHHH!!!!! The dance finally finished!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's late to be typing this post but I was gonna type it yesterday.... Blame my eyes! They're threatening to fall any minute! So, let the story begin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the morning, I woke up usually only with a pumping heart.. Got ready, wearing the PI Uniform, grabbed my shoes and clothes for the dance and went to school. The first one arrived was not me, surprisingly, it Anne! Wow! Heard that they woke up at 5 something. We waited for our leader to come while chatting a bit to kill the time. Then she came and we all went up the room we used for practicing the dance.. Well, we did nothing, only listening to songs first, especially "Sorry Sorry" by Super Junior... Everyone got addicted to it... And somehow it's a good thing. HAHAHA! Then me and my friends went down to get ready for the present giving ceremony.... I got lucky, got the Chinese teacher... Well, I can speak Chinese better than Malay. Can't blame me for being Chinese.. I was pretty nervous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving, we all rushed directly to get change! Run! Change! Put on MAKE UP! Argh! Make up's are annoying.... Thank goodness I don't need any mascara or eyeliner or something. After we're done, we went down to wait... We thought we're up in a few minutes but we still had  to wait the teachers finish singing, giving prizes and MY LEGS ARE KILLING ME! Especially my feet! And it was way too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our turn eventually turn up... And me and my friend wanted to run away! AHAHA! Dang, the mood was to tense! We got up the stage and lots of sounds were made by the students, I'm not wearing my glasses, hehehe, so I'm not that nervous... because I can't see anything clear, all blurr. It was done in 3 minutes! HAHAHA! And we're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of comments were heard, some say it was good, some say we were too flirty... But overall, I'm proud of everyone except my sis.. Heh... Don't wanna explain.. Then, we went back to our room to change and remove our make up... Surprisingly... I think no one knew I'm the one up there... haha. And it's also a good thing.. Well...we stayed in the room doing our stuff...Chatting and dancing, "Sorry Sorry" Bwahahaha.. And activities went on downstairs as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was jobs for PI to do but I'm too lazy... But I manage to do some of the work... Till some misunderstanding occured and one of the member got pissed off... The mood went down after that... Well, things was patched up today, thank goodness and we're back in good terms again.. This is the first time I'm saying this, "I'm having a great life." For real but Pet society had to ruin it... They had to undergo maintenance... Damn them.. I wanna see my plants........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT! I have to finish my NiE now! It's due tomorrow and I didn't even write a single thing on the paper yet!!!! ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-327124437626623763?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/327124437626623763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=327124437626623763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/327124437626623763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/327124437626623763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-4650338361034221711</id><published>2009-06-09T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:01:57.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>So, um..... Is everyone that busy in the holidays? I haven't seen any updates on other blogs... SJ! I can't get in yours! Did you change your link again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance was not good.... We did finish learning the moves.... But the major problem was the action.... Not big enough.... I seem to have problems on the curving part.... Geh.... I've never do any moves like that before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my routine in the holidays is, Practice dance, then other daily stuffs and then Computer the whole day. HAHAHA! Interesting! Anyway, I'm starting to watch a few J-Dorama's these days.... I found out YouTube still have Hana Kimi(Japan version), so I decided to rewatch it... And just a couple of minutes ago..... YouTube already removed it..... Thank goodness I already finished watching it... But it's good to rewatch it again.... it was soooo funny!! So, now I'm watching Himitsu no Hanazono.... But the myspace video player was too slow on loading.... Then I switched to watching RH Plus! Loading at this very moment!! Hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to report.... So that pretty much it..... Be thankful that I actually updated.... Or not. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-4650338361034221711?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/4650338361034221711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=4650338361034221711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4650338361034221711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4650338361034221711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-1023275731644890455</id><published>2009-05-28T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:04:07.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! Arashi's new single came out!!! And it's sooo cool!!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;They dance is soooo cool!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZteFxi2WAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZteFxi2WAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it and so will you!!! Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-1023275731644890455?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/1023275731644890455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=1023275731644890455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1023275731644890455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/1023275731644890455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/05/release.html' title='Release'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-4832263337890599641</id><published>2009-05-27T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:11:05.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this feels worst than having PMR. But finally its over! And I have my freedom back! But now I have to worry over my results... Dang. I already got back my Add. Maths results.... Hah! I laughed! I actually laughed that I only got 50%. Hahaha. Thanks to all the revision... They did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Even though today was the last day of exams, I don't feel somewhat happy, it's not that I don't want the exams to end, but why does it have to end with freaking history!? And my friend's word just pierced into my gut when she said I'm stupid and her younger brother was smarter than me. What's her problem anyway? So what if I don't know what that was. She should watch her words, sometimes she speaks without thinking... Jeeze.. She had mood problems, words are like spears with poison coating. You have to keep up with her, like being smart. So what if I'm stupid, I'll deal with it myself, you deal with yours, who asked you to befriend a stupid friend anyway? Then when we were in class, she acted like nothing happened, she don't even give me a look, ask me if I'm alright or what happened. I'm not asking for attention, but at least she should be aware for the causes of her actions. I nearly cried you know? But I held it in. Heh! Who needs her comments anyway... Anyway, I did my sejarah, in the end the thing I didn't know never did came out in the exams anyway. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recess came... we got ready to do the dance but turns out the room we were planning to dance in was used by a teacher. Then the leader went searching for another solution... Of course I tried to help... I did right? Then my friend just kept on complaining... If she doesn't want to dance, then don't, we aren't going to force you... I tried to tolerant her actions... But in the end she ignored us for helping the leader. I got the feeling that her words even motivated another dancer to quit the dance. Heh. In the end, me and my other friend who tried to help the leader put on a facade and talked to them like nothing happened. Then we dance, laughed and chatted all the way until the school sessions ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually enjoyed dancing with my friends, I just wanted them to be more sporting, it's my first time, why not make me have a better memory to last in my life then to twist a little sour lemon juice in it? I hope this dance is a success. *Fingers crossed*&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/1640972921662853627-4832263337890599641?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/4832263337890599641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=4832263337890599641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4832263337890599641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4832263337890599641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-8305154276481286454</id><published>2009-05-22T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:12:28.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tensed</title><content type='html'>Che. Piano lesson went like crap just now... Don't feel like taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Doing a little update for these 2 long long weeks, not counting the ranting post about what I wanted, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks of exams just went by with pressure and tense... I can predict which subject I will fail at least. Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Add maths, History, Chinese.... And lots more neh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days left.... leaving only 3 more subject that will at least make me suffer in pain.... But during exams, we were suppose to be reviewing in free hours, which we didn't, instead we discussed about the coming holidays, the teacher's day performance.... Oh, yeah... I'm taking part in one dance my friend's putting on.. Based on a korean song... Then I had some conflict with my idiotic sister who tried to steal the moves to put into their dance... And another friend of mine said that she can't come to school during the holidays to practice, giving excuses that she had to help her mom to sell things, I understand you have to help the family, but you couldn't help her ALL DAY. It just doesn't make sense, you must at least have your own time to do your own stuff. Then I asked her to find a replacement and guess what? She just smiled and walked away like I didn't ask her the question before.... Che.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all about it, gotta go back reading FlakeDice's Fanfiction, brain nearly died. Hahaha. Here's the vid about the song we're planning to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUOHwziG7TM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUOHwziG7TM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-8305154276481286454?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/8305154276481286454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=8305154276481286454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8305154276481286454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/8305154276481286454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/05/tensed.html' title='Tensed'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-4650530035323195893</id><published>2009-05-15T20:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:57:55.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wants</title><content type='html'>I was slacking off and reading comics online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across something I really wanted a long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long time! (Too much long?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sg1jFm6TyVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/v2SHQ3hUKJk/s1600-h/bag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sg1jFm6TyVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/v2SHQ3hUKJk/s400/bag.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336030081499515218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sg1jLxWEi5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZT-fwmWmsgo/s1600-h/bag1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sg1jLxWEi5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZT-fwmWmsgo/s400/bag1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336030187379526546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[These two bags are the same.... Nya...I want to have them..~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sg1jhgH0amI/AAAAAAAAAUY/2_PUV8Jk0qg/s1600-h/bag2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 83px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sg1jhgH0amI/AAAAAAAAAUY/2_PUV8Jk0qg/s400/bag2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336030560713468514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[This one is another version, was also a bag I would like... Especially white or black...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sg1josTB1MI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tTfj12XUTfE/s1600-h/band.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sg1josTB1MI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tTfj12XUTfE/s400/band.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336030684240794818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[OOO!!! Isn't this wristband cool?! I want it too!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ADDING INTO MY WISHLIST! Maybe will edit this post for more. I'm ranting by the way.&lt;br /&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/1640972921662853627-4650530035323195893?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/4650530035323195893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=4650530035323195893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4650530035323195893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4650530035323195893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/05/want.html' title='Wants'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sg1jFm6TyVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/v2SHQ3hUKJk/s72-c/bag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-3698788751323793904</id><published>2009-05-14T16:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:19:36.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell</title><content type='html'>Argh!!! Exams are here again. This time for 3 weeks straight!! I never gone through this torture for soooo damn long!!!! I manage to pass by 4 days of hell, thankfully surviving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have another8 MORE DAYS to suffer!!! What the hell was with that?! It was suppose to be 7 more days!! Then the teacher HAD to change the time table, changing the History paper to the last freaking day of the freaking exam! I'm having Biology and English tomorrow and I don't care if I flung them! I have excuses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm in paradise with internet~ Hehe!!! When we were studying for the exams, my friends and I chatted about what are we going to do in the holidays... Fast aren't we.. I decided to tag along with my friends to see them have their hair done, if I'm lucky my mom would give me some money to have my hair cut.... The bangs in front.... No cutting at the back.. I'm leaving it just like Kanda's hahaha~ Then maybe to Times Square, Sunway and more I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I wanted to re-open my friendster... A request from my friend in the US..... So....I'm not sure if everyone actually approves me re-opening my account...... So, I'm opening it back up after the exams i think...Well, lets hope I didn't change my mind.... Or hope I actually did....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Please say this Tongue Twister:(Jap) 10 times&lt;br /&gt;Nemininimizu.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/1640972921662853627-3698788751323793904?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/3698788751323793904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=3698788751323793904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/3698788751323793904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/3698788751323793904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/05/hell.html' title='Hell'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-4940622398837152102</id><published>2009-05-05T16:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:05:17.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Wai~ Today is my birthday!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received wishes and presents from my friends and I am REALLY grateful. Like REALLY. Even someone in facebook wishes me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends brought the cake they bought with their money to school... Costs around 35 dollars.... I was so touched. They tried to surprise me, but I already knew. Lol. But still I'm so touched, touched, TOUCHED! This was the first time someone did this to me! They even went through all the trouble to ask the head prefects to let us use the classroom for awhile in the morning. They brought a black forest cake and it was beautiful, well, my name was on it, you can't say its normal right? I wanted to take a picture of it and paste it here but it was already devoured... Inside my stomach already. haha! I thought having the cake was already enough but they even got me presents. Then in my calculations, everyone probably spent 50 dollars on me. Gotta give out more when their birthdays come. So watch out! Haha! My parents, well, my dad will bring home KFC to celebrate but no cake, well I already ate it at school with my friends. My mom's present would MAY BE the clothes she bought it on Sunday at the morning market. Well, I love the outfit, somehow it made me look fat though, around the legs.... Anyway, I took some pictures of the presents with my sister's camera phone. Well, the quality wasn't that good but still manage to see right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, be thankful that I update today. I'm actually using my homework time to update. Well, on second thought, no need to be thankful.... I'm the one who is willing to do it. And plus both teachers won't be in class tomorrow! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sf_-lObQ-LI/AAAAAAAAATA/eGo3tAXqME0/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sf_-lObQ-LI/AAAAAAAAATA/eGo3tAXqME0/s320/DSC00351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332260399311026354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[The wrapper before it was opened.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sf_-u1zGv6I/AAAAAAAAATI/O3Q3l5PY5Cs/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sf_-u1zGv6I/AAAAAAAAATI/O3Q3l5PY5Cs/s320/DSC00352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332260564498825122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[The present when it was opened.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sf_-yFN3eMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/oDJotslWt_E/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sf_-yFN3eMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/oDJotslWt_E/s320/DSC00354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332260620177209538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Tada!! I was surprised that they even decorated the inside!!&lt;br /&gt;The drawers even have little greetings and wishes in it!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sf__73aEGoI/AAAAAAAAATw/YWX1wL5zDBI/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sf__73aEGoI/AAAAAAAAATw/YWX1wL5zDBI/s320/DSC00350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332261887780592258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[A present from another friend. Very cute and adorable!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sf_-1nqYw9I/AAAAAAAAATY/fD-oc8KcI7I/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sf_-1nqYw9I/AAAAAAAAATY/fD-oc8KcI7I/s320/DSC00355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332260680963245010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[I actually loved this plastic bag! I don't know why. But I love it! I love everything!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-4940622398837152102?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/4940622398837152102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=4940622398837152102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4940622398837152102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4940622398837152102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/Sf_-lObQ-LI/AAAAAAAAATA/eGo3tAXqME0/s72-c/DSC00351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6529451382748396997</id><published>2009-05-02T19:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:03:40.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Here I go with the updates!! I'm just plain lazy to update.... But if someone requested it, then  update I shall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Checks calendar for interesting events* Ah hah!! Here it is! Sports day! Okay... I didn't got involved in PBSM marching this year! Yeah! I've been stupidly joining it for 3 years already! And Darren kept asking me to join in, but in the end I won. Hah! I'm famous for bring stubborn. So, I wore PI shirt that day and stick around in the PI room. Then because it was too hot, someone asked us to go to the Cocuriculum room. We got there and starting relaxing, some were playing with their phones, some playing with sticks because they were to bored. While me and my friends just sat on the floor reading comics and listening to songs. Then unexpectedly, Pn. Nurlina barged in and caught some of them red-handed playing with their phone. Thank goodness I hid under the table. So, she complained to our teacher, Pn. Wong. Well, let's just say things didn't turn up too well after that. So, we return back to the PI room and we got free ICE-CREAM!! Things began to turn up, haha. And I got to hyper, ate like 8 sticks of ice-cream. Then me and my friends started to spin in circles and jump around the room. Cause was, too much ice-cream, too hyper and the room was too hot. Pn. Wong said we got drunk! Haha! Then we got serious when we have work to do. Finished! Then everyone played again! Some of the boys took balloons and filled it up with air as well as water. We allowed them to an alley and they threw the balloon up and "BANG!" It hit the floor hard, water splashed up. My friend got splashed and vowed to get her revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone went home after that, I went to my friend's home to stay over night, since it's her birthday. And HER DOG! just scared the hell out from me, worst it that there's 2 dogs! I have dog phobia since that day when one dog chased me until I nearly got hit my a car. *Depressed* So, I spent the whole day, playing com, the piano or reading comics, afternoon I mean. Then at night, we had pizza! I went hyper after that, I screamed when I nearly missed the Amazing Race! Dang! They went Gui Lin China! Then we went to sleep at 12.30am. Lol. And woke up for 4 times the next day until 10am. Haha! Ate breakfast. Then my mom called that if I am to be eating at home. I said yes. She didn't specifically told me if it was lunch or dinner. Then she told me it was lunch. So, no choice but to go back and I studied the whole day! When I went back to school the next day. My friend told me they went for JAPANESE LUNCH. I'm so dang unlucky when it comes to Japanese Food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's put that aside. Awards day was just around the corner and I was pulled in the band as I had said before. So, had practice for like 3 days straight, mostly I'm just slacking off. So, the piano adapter thing was broken due to accessive heat and we had to use the batt. Then that day came. Wore my mom's white blouse and found out that it was missing one button. Thank goodness that the scarf was blocking it. Was made to put on lipstick! Freaking red lipsticks! Argh! Felt uncomfortable the whole day. Then something unexpected happened my friend's phone was stolen. Then she went home with a somewhat heavy heart? Then at 3, I went to another friend's house to discuss the NiE project. In the end, we did nothing. All we just did was watch an Inuyasha movie, went online, I did the watching while my friend did all the work in the kitchen. Sigh! I can't do anything, or else I'll be like a stupid rock there, blocking everyone's way. It's not like I don't KNOW anything about cooking or washing dishes. One of my friend treated me like I don't know anything at all. "Beat the eggs yeah?""You have to wash your own dishes, yeah?" I'm not a child for damn sake! *Wheeze* I'll just let her be. She's always that straight forward anyway. Anyway, I wanted to shout at her, don't show off in front of everyone your cooking skills! Just because your mom says you don't cook at home doesn't mean you have to cook at other people's home.. Don't want to cause any misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's about it I think. I'll end it with a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTvOJHbYECo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTvOJHbYECo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Time When My First Love Ended by &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Φ串Φ (Kushi)&lt;/span&gt;&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/1640972921662853627-6529451382748396997?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6529451382748396997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6529451382748396997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6529451382748396997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6529451382748396997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-5375554813033089339</id><published>2009-04-23T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:01:57.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocaloids</title><content type='html'>Shoot! I'm addicted to vocaloids already!! I love their voice. Lol. They're actually computers that was pre-recorded someone's voice and they arranged it in a way and play it out... Pretty cool huh? Expected from Japanese people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would post much today...just a little up-to-date....to everyone.... So...last Sunday I went for kerja amal.... Job for Moral students... I went back to my primary school. Ah.. such good memories... We had fun cleaning up the whole school and took plenty of pictures for evidence. Then we went to a temple for another cleaning. I'm really hyper that day. I can't stop moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have Sukantara on Monday and Tuesday. I am never running in a field of water again. I'm so lame... I got splashed by muddy water all over my legs.... Sheesh...ease it with the running, there'e people running behind ya you know? Like me? So, I didn't even get pass the time limit. Geh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I added in to the band today... Totally uncalled for... So, now I have to find a white blouse and a black skirt... Why did I get in!? The band just needed a nother tamborine!! Not maracchas! So, today is my friend's birthday, I'll wish her here. Since she doens't want us to celebrate it at school or even make it public. Her name will remain anoymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Happy Birthday!! *Enter that certain someone's name here.* I hope you can cure your phobia about birthdays. Well, if you're not meant to be born, you won't be here anymore.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SfB0vSYSfLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xc-fTD42aF0/s1600-h/58bd7dec95af20_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SfB0vSYSfLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xc-fTD42aF0/s320/58bd7dec95af20_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327886714915683506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Kaidoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Chibi)]&lt;br /&gt;Want would you like Kai-chan~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-5375554813033089339?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/5375554813033089339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=5375554813033089339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5375554813033089339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5375554813033089339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/04/vocaloids.html' title='Vocaloids'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/SfB0vSYSfLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xc-fTD42aF0/s72-c/58bd7dec95af20_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-6279359269058742988</id><published>2009-04-15T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:19:42.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>Today was Picture day at school. I took 3 pictures today because I have 3 posts. Classes didn't go on the whole day in my class. Ha! Free time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friend took interest in one of the photographer, she even thinks he looked like a teddy bear! Lol. I teased her all day long. And then Darren Wee(Just got to know him recently) thinks that I like the photographer! He kept shooting me glances when the photographer was around. He kept calling "teddy bear, teddy bear." Lol. Then we started naming him Wee Wee. My friend's idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole post is about yesterday. When I did something completely and utterly foolish. So, I got back home from school and wanted to take my lunch. Then I found out the lunch the maid cooked was not edible, the whole family didn't even ate it. So, I decide to eat the bun my father brought from somewhere the night before. I ate one meat bun and went for another bun. I found out that the bun was too hard for my taste then I decided to microwave it. You see, the problem here is I thought steaming and microwaving was the same thing. Then I put the bun in for 2 minutes. A burning smell strike my nose, when I pull the container out from the microwave and opened the lid. Guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole bun got hard and burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good laugh!! Man, I'll never do that again! Thank goodness my mom wasn't home that day. I learnt this lesson yesterday. Microwave, is for heating, water will evaporate. Steaming, is also for heating, but water still remain in the wok, making the food inside softer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, keep on laughing!! HAHAHA! Too bad no pictures though. I wish I had a camera phone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-6279359269058742988?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/6279359269058742988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=6279359269058742988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6279359269058742988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/6279359269058742988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/04/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-5027615438499157727</id><published>2009-04-05T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:58:08.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Went skating yesterday... and it didn't turn out good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7.20am. Got ready until 7.55am and walked to my friend's house.... Spend some time watching Boys over flowers, the last episode and went to my other friend's house... Then we took off to Sunway.. Got there at 9am and waited for awhile for my friend who was signing up for skating lessons... Then we decided to go buy the things my friend asked me to buy for her, so we waited for the comic shop to open... Then Volume 6 of Kuroshitsuji came out! Grabbed that too! And then went back to the Skating Rink. I tried to remember skating, so I was a bit wobbly at first.. after the few 5 rounds, I fell once... But not too hard... My friend's sister started to feel a pain coming from both her legs, so I help to treat while both my other friends went skating. Then I carried her to another side of the rink since our stuff is there... Then, she's all better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate lunch... My friend's mother brought it for us...So, with a full stomach, we went skating again... I followed around my friend's sister since she kept asking me to hold her hand whlie my other friends sped off again... I wanted to skate alone but I'm afriad of her falling.... She nearly made me fell a few times but I manage to make us balance again... But I can't never escape that... She fell pulling me along with her... and I can't move, lying on the ice, felt my hands shake... My surroundings went black for a moment then I force my eyes to open...Seeing people had already started to come closer, my friend's sister kept saying beside me to stand up! Don't fool around! People are staring at you! I wanted to scream out How the hell am I suppose to move! I can't!! No one tired to lend me a hand, only asking if I'm alright, DO I LOOK LIKE I'M ALRIGHT?! Then a few officials came and pull me up... They lead me to a room where I sat and rested... My hands shook like mad and my gloves are soaked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are my friends when I needed them? I walked out from the room and sat back to our place.... After for like 15 MINUTES!! My friend only CAME to take a look at me! Asking. Did they not know I fell?! They think it's only a minor injury?! I assured that I'm alright, then they went off skating again. Leaving me there. I'm not suggesting that they should acompany me, but I really do hope that they actually asked. I have no evil intentions today, I actually helped people around me, like when someone fell, I helped them up and I even treated my friend's sister foot. Is this Karma? I rested for 3 hours while everyone skated happily.... I listened to songs, read comics with my friend's permission. Then my friend FINALLY came back complaining that her leg hurts. Then we decided not to skate anymore... Going back to Asian Avenue for another book my friend asked me to buy, my companion complained to me about a few boys skating in the rink.. You think I didn't want to be there? In the rink? They didn't knew that I was staring at them, hoping that they would see the hopefullness in my eyes, that they would lead me, help me to overcome my fears of falling down again. But no, they didn't. They even saw past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on a facade in front of them, they didn't know what I'm thinking. We went shopping for one of my friend's present. Then ate dinner and went back home. My mom questioned me when I reached home, saying that I shouldn't walk to my friend's house. Then, I told them about my fall, my sister laughed at me, my mom say that she won't be responsible for the injuries and my dad didn't even spare or said a word about it, too obsesses into his new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my feelings that day.... And I wanted to pour it out... And my heart felt great after this.. Heh... My trusts for them got reduced a little though.....  It's fine these friends and family never were concern about me, but I'm glad that I'm concerned about them....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-5027615438499157727?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/5027615438499157727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=5027615438499157727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5027615438499157727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/5027615438499157727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/04/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-4741667683086958517</id><published>2009-04-02T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:39:15.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool</title><content type='html'>Aww!! Crap!! I didn't get to go online yesterday when I'm so dang free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad says it's not safe to go online on that day since they're some viruses going active... Then I have no choice but to wait and suffer for one day of no internet. My internet-syndrome came back... I was like pacing back and forth my bed.... My laptop was neatly tucked away at the corner...I kept darting my eyes back to the bag.... Argh! I buried myself into eclipse... Only to find it worser than before.... I really want to kill Bella...... Sorry for the Bella-fans out there... She's just too desperate for love? I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Pandora Hearts came out today.... Very excited! Let's just hope to subbers isn't going to abandon it..... Just like Kuroshitsuji...... Uwa.... They're taking a hell of a long time to update a single episode!! So...anyway.... I'm being a good child today except this afternoon when I didn't tuck in my white shirt... Seriously, I look like a delinquent from my neck to my feet.... My face not included as usual... I finally did my Chinese Essay! Total success! With a help from the books of course.... Today's internet connection isn't that good..... Man.... When is it going to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; anyway? So, I'm offing early today... My friend's waiting for eclipse... Still don't know if she wants to read it though.... I was thinking of Bella dying.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaayyyy........ I was thinking of changing to blog layout again.... It's already been 4 months..... And I did say I change it at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; month... See? 4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;! I'm good aren't I? Who agrees?! Oh! Who have the story of Romeo and Juliet? I want to read it..... I'm writing a short story that is somehow related to it..... Can anyone borrow me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lastly Happy Belated Birthday to these characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watanuki Kimihiro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sakura Kinomoto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Syaoran&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I know it's lame, to be wishing happy birthday to fictional characters, but I'm a fan girl, you can't blame me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640972921662853627-4741667683086958517?l=miharu-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/feeds/4741667683086958517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640972921662853627&amp;postID=4741667683086958517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4741667683086958517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640972921662853627/posts/default/4741667683086958517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miharu-05.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool'/><author><name>Miharu Chiba 美春千葉</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179379959958287962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZr4j3bN3E8/TQtjXFW_F8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/pBYChQ50RTI/S220/icon1040.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640972921662853627.post-2652780314925678708</id><published>2009-03-25T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:52:44.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Day</title><content type='html'>Sigh! Wai! Caramel! Yay! Wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of emotions washed over me today. In the morning, I felt sleepy.. I think I woke up at 4 yesterday with a voice inside me saying "Wake up! You're late! It's already 6.40am!" So, I checked me phone showing me the time of 3.55am. Then I thought I set the time wrongly again since I set some reminder before I went to sleep. I got out from bed still in my dreams and went down. And I found out it's really 4 O'CLOCK in the morning! I plop back to sleep after that. When I went back upstairs, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the routine goes one again until it comes to our BM class. Our headmistress was teaching us and she finally let out the other side of her today, thus the scared emotion surfaced from me. And sadly my friend don't feel well to and she had to go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess came and pass by with a snap, the same with the classes. Oh yeah, our PI ties where done as well as my uniform. My friends say it isn't what we expected. So, yeah... And we spent two periods of free time tying the ties! For the boys! My mind got clogged up after a few ties... And it just kept getting longer and longer, weirder and weirder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out! And 25% of the school population went home and well what a great choice they made. After my friends and I finished the PI work for the last time, we went back to the class we put out bags. And then thunder strikes! Rain began pouring, like HARD. Pitter patter then clinking clanking... I found out there's little ice falling from the sky along with the rain! Like for REAL! No joking! First time seeing ICE falling from the sky in MALAYSIA. The hot country! And then it rain like the world's going to flood up like Noah... Or something... Thunder strikes again scaring the guts out of me, which is unusual since I'm not scared of thunders. I spent like 30 minutes late to get back home with my pants wet along with my shoes soaked. Thank goodness I wore black shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of my day doing homework and took a measly 5 minute nap. Or does it count as a shut eye? Neways, here I am. Typing. Once I know that the sky was falling ice. Poeple would likely post it up on the blog, like SJ. Hahaha! But she beat me to it. Aw~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arashi's new PV! Believe. Just came out this month. And guess what? I loved it~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500"
