<?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-5614445543377130295</id><updated>2012-01-11T19:59:28.450+08:00</updated><category term='fics'/><category term='songs'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='places'/><category term='news'/><category term='web'/><category term='movies'/><category term='JDrama'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='random'/><category term='cartoon'/><category term='games'/><category term='events'/><category term='event'/><category term='JPop'/><category term='bad mood'/><category term='something new'/><category term='family'/><category term='class'/><category term='anime'/><category term='special fic'/><category term='sick'/><category term='tv shows'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='BL'/><title type='text'>My Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-8196943791438716910</id><published>2011-12-05T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:30:38.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>HEYYYYYYYYYYYYA</title><content type='html'>SPM IS FINALLY OVER!!!! And I made a new blog! Because this blog is, seriously... &lt;i&gt;lame&lt;/i&gt;. I'm ashamed to call this my blog. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://randomhani.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and follow my new blog! See you there! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-8196943791438716910?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8196943791438716910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=8196943791438716910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8196943791438716910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8196943791438716910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2011/12/heyyyyyyyyyyyya.html' title='HEYYYYYYYYYYYYA'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-4849298575947498058</id><published>2011-07-17T09:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:47:02.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Out of Control</title><content type='html'>This situation is getting out of control. Seriously, why must you hate her? She didn't do anything wrong. Last time I checked, you two were pretty good friends. Now what, you're going to throw your &lt;i&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/i&gt; away just because of a &lt;b&gt;guy&lt;/b&gt;? Because your friends hang out with her? THROW YOUR JEALOUSY AWAY! IT MAKES YOU MORE UGLY ON THE INSIDE! It's bad enough that you broke off your friendship with her, now you talk bad about her too? And us for being friends with her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, you can't control people, your friends. You can't tell them who they can be friends with or not. And we didn't ignore you, we treat you like the usual. But ever since the whole fiasco, you've changed. &lt;u&gt;For the worst&lt;/u&gt;. You became more witty and sarcastic. You dropped us, without you realising or not. YOU, out of all people, should know that I don't fight fire with water. I fight with anything that makes the fire bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we didn't change. Only you. Every &lt;i&gt;single&lt;/i&gt; time we mentioned her name, you started to go all emo and ignore us. WHAT THE FUCK. Oh, was that our fault for saying her name? I didn't know her name was a taboo. Let me check the &lt;b&gt;TABOO BOOK&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're mad at her because of a guy? &lt;i&gt;One frickin guy&lt;/i&gt;? Oh, pshh! Don't tell me you don't want him to be friends with her! They're just friends, for God's sake! They talked, they laughed. So? You're jealous because of that? Because he didn't talk to you, laugh with you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT. That's a big word. I'm fine with everyone calling people bitch. It's what best friends do, calling each other with bad names. I call my friends bitch all the time. But &lt;i&gt;slut&lt;/i&gt;? Do you know what slut means? It's like prostitute, you know. You sell your body, and you get money. You called her slut? I don't think she sells her body. And I think she gets money if her family gives her. Or maybe if she has a job. *gasp* Now, do you know what slut means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't ignore you. We still treat you the same. But you. YOU are the one who treat us like shit. The only reason we 'ignore' you is because you keep talking about &lt;i&gt;childish&lt;/i&gt; stuffs. Yes, I admit. I once read and watched them. I rarely watch them now and if I do, I watch them for fun. Except for you, that is. You're... &lt;i&gt;obsessed&lt;/i&gt; with it. You're even 'becoming' like those characters. Like what, you ask? ACT CUTE. You scold those who act cute, but please, look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFAs, you say? Well, at least we're not a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this: &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;I DON'T FIGHT FIRE WITH WATER. I FIGHT WITH ANYTHING THAT MAKES THE FIRE BIGGER.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're reading this. It's sad, really, seeing all this. It's getting &lt;u&gt;out of control&lt;/u&gt;, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-4849298575947498058?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4849298575947498058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=4849298575947498058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/4849298575947498058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/4849298575947498058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2011/07/out-of-control.html' title='Out of Control'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-2720489222212673768</id><published>2010-09-24T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:00:37.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Dissecting~!</title><content type='html'>Nyahahahahaha~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday is DIS-SEC-TING DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;How AWESOME is that?!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher let us choose our own animal to use for experiment: &lt;b&gt;Cockroach, Grasshopper, Hamster and Frog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cockroach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Cockroach is a BIG NO-NO! I screamed AND jumped even when the cockroach is somewhere in my eyesight. == Then I get all paranoid when the cockroach gone missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;s&gt;Cockroach&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Grasshopper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I used to catch grasshopper when I was a little kid! :D But then, it's hard to find grasshoppers nowadays... So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;s&gt;Grasshopper&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hamster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Well, my friends said hamsters are just too cute to dissect. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;s&gt;Hamster&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Frog, the best option. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;u&gt;Frog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, frog is the only option left.&lt;br /&gt;MOYA! I'm counting on you to search for the froggies! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-2720489222212673768?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2720489222212673768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=2720489222212673768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2720489222212673768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2720489222212673768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/dissecting_24.html' title='Dissecting~!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-8570108239472204779</id><published>2010-08-16T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:23:52.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Letter To Dad</title><content type='html'>Wow~!&lt;br /&gt;It's been &lt;i&gt;SO&lt;/i&gt; long since I've last updated! @.@&lt;br /&gt;*looks down at my previous post*&lt;br /&gt;27th March?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/264/264165x3bbkcd9x7.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ive been &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; busy nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Blame the school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/282/282539twyis6zesl.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing,&lt;br /&gt;when I've taken my SPM -which is around next year... November/December-,&lt;br /&gt;I'mma start my blogging life again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1092/1092177yqsg41tsar.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;you have read the title of this post,&lt;br /&gt;it's actually a title of a funny joke I received!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331667ie33gendtd.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It was addressed “Dad”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you, but I’m leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Sam because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been finding real passion with Sam and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you’ll like him too – even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not only the passion Dad, I’m pregnant and Sam said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Sam is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn’t so old these days is it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn’t stand in the way of our relationship, don’t you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he’ll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that’s now one of my dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam taught me that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone and he’ll be growing it for us and we’ll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Sam can get better; he sure deserves it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving daughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the page were the letters “PTO”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at the neighbour’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that’s in my desk centre drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Laugh~&lt;br /&gt;Laugh~&lt;br /&gt;Laugh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/651/651775xbidi1orvn.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-8570108239472204779?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8570108239472204779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=8570108239472204779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8570108239472204779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8570108239472204779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/letter-to-dad.html' title='Letter To Dad'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-918406856118696722</id><published>2010-03-27T06:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T07:22:17.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Songs Survey</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;From the busy-ness of the school and everything...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this... &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; on FF.net last night,&lt;br /&gt;so I thought it'd be fun to do! &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1092/1092177yqsg41tsar.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your iPod/Cellphone/MP3 Player On Shuffle and Copy Down the Song. It's like a movie version of your life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opening credits:&lt;/b&gt; Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waking up:&lt;/b&gt; Intuition - Jewel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First day of school:&lt;/b&gt; I'd Lie  - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Falling in love:&lt;/b&gt; Can't Fight the Moonlight - Leann Rimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fighting:&lt;/b&gt; It Ends Tonight - All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breaking up:&lt;/b&gt; Tearing Up My Heart - N'Sync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Driving:&lt;/b&gt; Sadness and Sorrow (Piano version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flashback:&lt;/b&gt; Look At Us Now - Sarina Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mental Breakdown:&lt;/b&gt; A Twist In My Story - Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Getting back together:&lt;/b&gt; Energy - Keri Hilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wedding:&lt;/b&gt; Grief and Sorrow (Piano version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birth of a child:&lt;/b&gt; Touch My Hand - David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final battle:&lt;/b&gt; Yakusoku (Piano version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Death scene:&lt;/b&gt; Thinking of You - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Funeral:&lt;/b&gt; Irreplaceable - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;End credits:&lt;/b&gt; Watch Me Shine - Vanessa Carlton&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/5614445543377130295-918406856118696722?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/918406856118696722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=918406856118696722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/918406856118696722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/918406856118696722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/songs-survey.html' title='Songs Survey'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-1849989569349721729</id><published>2009-11-09T13:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:20:55.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Naruto Survey!</title><content type='html'>First thing first, there will be 2 great movies and 1 show that will come soon on Disney Channel and Cartoon Network! X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wizards of Waverly Place The Movie&lt;/u&gt; is on 21st Nov, I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ben 10: Alien Swarm&lt;/u&gt; is on... next Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Garfield Show&lt;/u&gt; is on next Monday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/429/429777zo2912lr15.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found this survey on &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://fanfiction.net/"&gt;FF.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; last night!&lt;br /&gt;So... I thought it would be fun... &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1092/1092177yqsg41tsar.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did you discover Naruto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - From my friend, &lt;a href="http://areinsite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you reccomend Naruto to other people?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Are you happy you discovered Naruto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you obsessed with Naruto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you insanely obsessed with Naruto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Probably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHEN did you first discover Naruto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Sometime around the year 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you download Naruto manga?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - No, read it online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you download Naruto anime?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - No, watch it online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think you have the right to do that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you say when people tell you it's wrong to download it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Screw you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where did you first download Naruto manga from?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where did you first download Naruto anime from?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I don't. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your favorite character?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Sakura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your least favorite character?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Karin. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which character do you think is most misunderstood?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Sakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which character is most under-rated?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Hinata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which character has the worst past?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Tsunade, maybe Sasuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think of Ino and Sakura's rivalry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does it anger you to see Sakura reject Lee?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Why should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you even like Lee?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - So-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you hate Sasuke?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - F NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you hate Yashamaru?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Nope! He's just doing his duty, blame Gaara's father. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think all Gaara needs is just a hug and a good night's sleep?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Haha! Yeah! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can anyone honestly say they hate Naruto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Yup. But I'ma kickin' their ass if they say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Shikamaru deserved to become a chuunin?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - NO!... he deserves to be a jounin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think anyone else deserved to become a chuunin?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Idate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Shino could've made chuunin if he had the chance to fight?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does Shino's bugs creep you out?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - A &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think of Kankurou's outfit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think of Sasuke's jumpsuit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I like his usual outfit better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Should Naruto ditch the orange jumpsuit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - F NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Should Lee get a different haircut and outfit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - NO!...then he would be weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Gaara is evil?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - No, he just need some love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Orochimaru is a closet-pedophile?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - F yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do you think Kakashi is late so much?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - He's visiting Obito's grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Itachi's nails are pretty?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - No... but he's hot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Haku had pretty nails?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you originally think Haku was a girl?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Yeah. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you originally think Yashamaru was a girl?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which character is the best looking?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Sasuke in Shippuden! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which character is the worst looking?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Karin! Hell, even Oro's prettier than her! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was your first impression of Lee?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Get away from Sakura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was your first impression of Gai?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Sakura is useless?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - F NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which female kicks the most ass?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Sakura and Tsunade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should become the 6th Hokage?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naruto, duh! Maybe Kakashi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite pairing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - SASUSAKU, HANDS DOWN!!! F YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your least favorite pairing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - NaruIno. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What pairing makes the least amount of sense?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Sasu/Anyone &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; Sakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think about Naruto yaoi/yuri?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331477nhwuvg0g78.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you read/write Naruto fanfiction?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you look at/draw Naruto fanart?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite fanfiction genre for Naruto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Romance, Drama, Angst, Humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think of all the 'Naruto gets stuck in sexy no jutsu' fics?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - One word. Yaoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what do you think of all the Naruto Mary-Sue fics?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I hate Mary-Sue fics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does it bother you that Gaara is so OOC in most romance fics?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I don't read Gaara fics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Naruto is secretly depressed and/or suicidal?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Naruto is secretly a genius and just hides it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Nope! Shika's still a genius... With Sakura in 2nd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Sasuke actually has warm fuzzy feelings for anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Yup! He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think the 4th Hokage was Naruto's father?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - He is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Shikamaru and Chouji are more then just friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you WANT them to be more then just friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is Neji obsessed with birds or what?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Nah, just fate and destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is Kakashi really that obsessed with looking underneath the underneath?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - He's just saying that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does Sasuke secretly lust after Naruto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Again, &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331477nhwuvg0g78.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is Kakashi secretly lusting after one or more of his students?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - EWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is Kakashi secretly lusting over Iruka?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;i&gt;EWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you pair up characters fully aware that these are 12 year old kids?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - They're older in my fics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Or do you make them older just so you won't have that on your conscience?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like A/U Naruto fics?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like OC's in Naruto fics?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - NO!... only in my fics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you read NCS Naruto fics?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you read NCS Naruto fics but adamantly deny it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you read M-Preg Naruto fics?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; yaoi in Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What type of Naruto fans are the most annoying?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - The annoying type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you mix your canon Naruto knowlege with your fanfic Naruto knowledge?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - F yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you get mad at people who like a pairing you hate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - F yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If so, aren't you ashamed of yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Why should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's a good Naruto website?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - meh... never been to one before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And one more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's a good Naruto fanfiction?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Lots. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And another?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Same answer as above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's a good Naruto fanart?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - SasuSaku related. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And another?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - SasuSaku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think about Asuma?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - No smoking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wasn't he awesome when he saved Shikamaru that time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Didn't watch that part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He showed us his mad skillz didn't he?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I didn't watch, you genius...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sasuke looked really cool when his curse seal first activated, right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Yeah... he's H.A.W.T. &lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/512/512271t6rkq53l2s.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think of Orochimaru's tongue?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does it disturb you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does it haunt your dreams at night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think Orochimaru is a sexy beast?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think I'm insane for asking that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could be any Naruto character, who would you be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Sakura! She kicks ass in Shippuden! X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What jutsu would you want?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Cherry Blossom Impact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think if a girl used sexy no jutsu she would turn into a man?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Say something random about Naruto or a random Naruto quote!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you enjoy this survey?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Just okay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-1849989569349721729?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1849989569349721729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=1849989569349721729' title='1 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Why You Should Watch The Nanny?</title><content type='html'>Here are some funny parts in the sitcom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Season 1&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sAZdFM4XRwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/sAZdFM4XRwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;u&gt;Season 2&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0IEOjKjvEvQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/0IEOjKjvEvQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LEWbaOjwi40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/LEWbaOjwi40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ME4L8DMjaUc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/ME4L8DMjaUc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;u&gt;Season 3&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTEfzwD5wSs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/kTEfzwD5wSs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2LEYk1685A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/x2LEYk1685A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjwtXUk1MFI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/UjwtXUk1MFI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-Razkc7hcY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/0-Razkc7hcY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;u&gt;Season 4&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DbD5JmK8WlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/DbD5JmK8WlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_LnJSpG-0E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/r_LnJSpG-0E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MK0oacJgJDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/MK0oacJgJDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MK0oacJgJDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/MK0oacJgJDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;u&gt;Season 5&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbvGv4LkmuA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/zbvGv4LkmuA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9YLVbWeccU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/v9YLVbWeccU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXNwLHgGnB0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/UXNwLHgGnB0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmV07srMKHw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/DmV07srMKHw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;u&gt;Season 6&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXYu5ilMJts&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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 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name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9V_-5bDHhiI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/9V_-5bDHhiI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/46pPVaMsBxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/46pPVaMsBxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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;br /&gt;Admit it, you're laughing your ass off! &lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369302w5prxq4bp9.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-5050175672199619753?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5050175672199619753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=5050175672199619753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5050175672199619753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5050175672199619753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-you-should-watch-nanny.html' title='Why You Should Watch The Nanny?'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-2896465794088936621</id><published>2009-10-30T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:12:06.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Naruto: Chapter 469</title><content type='html'>Have you guys EFFING read the chapter yet?!&lt;br /&gt;If no, read &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Just click &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Naruto/468/01/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SuqsyhNfLDI/AAAAAAAABQg/Shb_u5CnwuU/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SuqsyhNfLDI/AAAAAAAABQg/Shb_u5CnwuU/s200/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398317087265336370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331642cypkolv43r.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-2896465794088936621?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2896465794088936621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=2896465794088936621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2896465794088936621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2896465794088936621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/10/naruto-chapter-469.html' title='Naruto: Chapter 469'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SuqsyhNfLDI/AAAAAAAABQg/Shb_u5CnwuU/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-5516424513623149066</id><published>2009-10-21T13:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:14:46.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JPop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Something Special</title><content type='html'>Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; special for YOU! &lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1005/1005175pqsnomvu75.gif" border="0" width="56" height="33" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heads up, HitsuSaku fanart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="585"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=124745500&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=124745500&amp;amp;width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="585"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/124745500/"&gt;HitsuSaku 1&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://oootripwirexdooo.deviantart.com/"&gt;oOoTripWireXDoOo&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe how I feel... &lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331669fw43oyp16d.gif" border="0" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, FELLOW ARASHI FANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/569/569135ey9sbfepm4.gif" border="0" width="112" height="54" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?!&lt;br /&gt;[AYE, AYE, CAPTAIN!]&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T HEAR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;[AYE, AYE, CAPTAIN!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1050/1050007fnlaregbb3.gif" border="0" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is! &lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/223/223561vge7tu1you.gif" border="0" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OetAZjA4Ous&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/OetAZjA4Ous&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="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. A.RA.SHI&lt;br /&gt;2. We Can Make It&lt;br /&gt;3. Beautiful Days&lt;br /&gt;4. One Love&lt;br /&gt;5. A Day In Our Life&lt;br /&gt;6. Kitto Daijoubu&lt;br /&gt;7. Kaze no Mukou E&lt;br /&gt;8. Happiness&lt;br /&gt;9. Sakura Sake&lt;br /&gt;10. Love So Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm&lt;/s&gt; They're awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Credits to my dear &lt;u&gt;Kelly Lim Chia Li&lt;/u&gt;, who insisted on being &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;credited&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Me, being the good-natured girl, &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;credited&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; her. &lt;br /&gt;See, Kelly?&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;credited&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; you!&lt;br /&gt;No need to thank me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/282/282534ves6o782iv.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-5516424513623149066?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5516424513623149066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=5516424513623149066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5516424513623149066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5516424513623149066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-special.html' title='Something Special'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-6856986798634738199</id><published>2009-10-20T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:04:11.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>HELLO!!!!</title><content type='html'>HELLO, EVERYONE!!! &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1092/1092177yqsg41tsar.gif" border="0" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss me?&lt;br /&gt;of course, you do... &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1205/1205050gblwh7gbqi.gif" border="0" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is over, BUT, we still have to study as preparation for next year... &lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/281/281072wll9an1l4a.gif" border="0" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331646vr8fi60u2k.gif" border="0" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;And my computer is repaired!&lt;br /&gt;I can online anytime I want without any interruptions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I have my GARFIELD... &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1205/1205057opp061nkmx.gif" border="0" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some plans, so I &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; not update my blog for a &lt;u&gt;while&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-6856986798634738199?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6856986798634738199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=6856986798634738199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/6856986798634738199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/6856986798634738199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello.html' title='HELLO!!!!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-7190577598329512908</id><published>2009-06-11T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:30:10.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>I Don't Even Wanna Talk About It</title><content type='html'>Hell-o and welcome back!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I've decided to open up my blog...&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;br /&gt;new animes coming up!&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phantom_of_Inferno"&gt;Phantom: Requiem for the Phantom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar in plot to the video game, the series is about a Japanese national who gets kidnapped by an assassin syndicate called Inferno in a plot to unite all known underworld mob gangs into one conglomerate after he had personally witnessed an assassination in the streets of America. In order to achieve their goal, Inferno deploys its assassin operatives codenamed Phantom. Among them is an amnesiac girl named Ein and the Japanese national, who was now dubbed as Zwei as his codename after being brainwashed of his previous memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SjEhcR_e4XI/AAAAAAAABQY/EghuLE8rIp0/s1600-h/5162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SjEhcR_e4XI/AAAAAAAABQY/EghuLE8rIp0/s200/5162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346091002415210866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;there are more...&lt;br /&gt;but they sound pretty boring...&lt;br /&gt;oh, and for Tennis no Oujisama/Prince of Tennis fans out there,&lt;br /&gt;a sequel (manga) is coming out, &lt;u&gt;New Prince of Tennis/Shin Tennis no Oujisama&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-7190577598329512908?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7190577598329512908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=7190577598329512908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/7190577598329512908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/7190577598329512908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-even-wanna-talk-about-it.html' title='I Don&apos;t Even Wanna Talk About It'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SjEhcR_e4XI/AAAAAAAABQY/EghuLE8rIp0/s72-c/5162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-3737623383350535431</id><published>2009-04-05T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:15:16.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><title type='text'>TC Sigs</title><content type='html'>Made them myself! =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SdgP6jqI0FI/AAAAAAAABQI/v5UkwtFAMXw/s1600-h/sig+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SdgP6jqI0FI/AAAAAAAABQI/v5UkwtFAMXw/s320/sig+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321020458417049682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SdgP6kwo4iI/AAAAAAAABQA/v5UeEuAsipY/s1600-h/torn+city1+%28edited%29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SdgP6kwo4iI/AAAAAAAABQA/v5UeEuAsipY/s320/torn+city1+%28edited%29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321020458712752674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one is actually from this wallpaper that I found at TC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SdgP66OffUI/AAAAAAAABQQ/EdA-tPp7sPE/s1600-h/Copy+of+torn+city1.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SdgP66OffUI/AAAAAAAABQQ/EdA-tPp7sPE/s320/Copy+of+torn+city1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321020464475110722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;I found a cool website last night! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photoshopdisasters.blogspot.com/" title="Wee! =)"&gt;Photoshop Disasters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click the website above to go!&lt;br /&gt;Now go, go, GO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-3737623383350535431?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3737623383350535431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=3737623383350535431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/3737623383350535431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/3737623383350535431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/tc-sigs.html' title='TC Sigs'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SdgP6jqI0FI/AAAAAAAABQI/v5UkwtFAMXw/s72-c/sig+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-7461378696695405588</id><published>2009-04-04T08:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:33:38.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><title type='text'>Of S.E.P., Porn and Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh...&lt;br /&gt;yess...&lt;br /&gt;during assembly,&lt;br /&gt;the teacher told us about S.E.P. (Student Exchange Program)&lt;br /&gt;students (with a LOT of $$$) can go for S.E.P. at Japan, Italy, France, US, London or Australia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan     - RM 5000&lt;br /&gt;Australia - RM 5500&lt;br /&gt;France    - RM 9000&lt;br /&gt;US        - RM 9000&lt;br /&gt;Italy     - RM 9000&lt;br /&gt;London    - RM 9500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go~! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad I'm not rich...&lt;br /&gt;unlike some people I know... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during English tuition,&lt;br /&gt;we were discussing about essay for food poisoning (he was explaining),&lt;br /&gt;and somehow it got dragged to stray cats to pet cats, and to hairy mouse A.K.A. P_N_S (would you like to buy a vocal? XD)...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you can figure out what that is... =p&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened on this day... =p&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee!&lt;br /&gt;I like Phys. Ed! =3&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=3&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the second period (which is English),&lt;br /&gt;the winnerS of Spelling Bee gor presents from teacher... =p&lt;br /&gt;as expected...&lt;br /&gt;they're all pencil boxes... =p&lt;br /&gt;Tse Hong, Viveek and &lt;i&gt;yours truly&lt;/i&gt; got the presents...&lt;br /&gt;uhh...&lt;br /&gt;forgot who else... =p&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;and today!&lt;br /&gt;which is Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go for PBSM/Red-Crescent Society meeting like, half an hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;sshh.... =p&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to go...&lt;br /&gt;and Homemakers Club has just started their meeting...&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to go... XD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Level 24 in Mafia Wars!&lt;br /&gt;Take that, Viveek!&lt;br /&gt;bwahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;your income may be more than mine,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm stronger than you! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-7461378696695405588?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7461378696695405588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=7461378696695405588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/7461378696695405588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/7461378696695405588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-sep-porn-and-presents.html' title='Of S.E.P., Porn and Presents'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-1507741751707225703</id><published>2009-03-27T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:31:41.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>'Sup! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;br /&gt;the new principal is heartless~&lt;br /&gt;she didn't even care that a student fainted~ ~&gt;.&lt;~ &lt;br /&gt;also, during English, Viveek, Jude, Jae Rwen and Alvin did their presentation.&lt;br /&gt;the class was getting noisy and Viveek &lt;s&gt;kindly&lt;/s&gt; yelled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'STFU please!' XD&lt;br /&gt;(Shut the fuck up, please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also the day I started to lose my appetite. :x&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like any other days...&lt;br /&gt;i always see those bitches everyday... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still lost my appetite and my mom's started to worry her head off.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;the whole girls in class helped Pn. Ngapiah to clean the cooking room (which i refused to call it the 'kitchen') &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;except me and Kelly... we just sat at a corner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Pn. Ngapiah &lt;s&gt;fed&lt;/s&gt; gave us some food to eat... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and, FCK OFF, Kesavan!&lt;br /&gt;if you want Kanchani to sit at my place,&lt;br /&gt;and you shoo-ed me away,&lt;br /&gt;i won't give a damn sh*t to you! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day i lost my appetite...&lt;br /&gt;and my mom told me that she's going to my school the next day to see the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;but i managed to persuade her to not to come to my school.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing special on Thursday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played Spelling Bee during Maths... XD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the first person to do the Tilawah Al-Quran! =)&lt;br /&gt;wee!&lt;br /&gt;now i can memorize the ayat-ayat Al-Quran that ustaz asked us to do so. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining...&lt;br /&gt;by the time i reached home,&lt;br /&gt;i was soaking wet... XD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben 10: Alien Force&lt;/b&gt; new episode and last season today! =D Next week will be a new season!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget tomorrow! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;60 Earth Hour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have facebook,&lt;br /&gt;add me~! ---&gt; Hani Syazlin&lt;br /&gt;and i will add you to my mafia family! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when they keep beating me and robbing my properties... T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-1507741751707225703?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1507741751707225703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=1507741751707225703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1507741751707225703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1507741751707225703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/sup-xd.html' title='&apos;Sup! XD'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-1400495933714358912</id><published>2009-03-19T09:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:54:15.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>Kevin + Gwen = Love</title><content type='html'>currently obsessed with this pairing. X3&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/ScGhYpx8DaI/AAAAAAAABPs/9jQfHRi7V1g/s1600-h/Kevin-Gwen5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/ScGhYpx8DaI/AAAAAAAABPs/9jQfHRi7V1g/s320/Kevin-Gwen5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314706480178138530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gwendolyn "Gwen" Tennyson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sequel, Ben 10: Alien Force, Gwen (voiced by Ashley Johnson) is now a black belt. In this version, Gwen wears a plain, blue shirt with a white collar, a black skirt with black tights, her hair is much longer and darker, her eyes are much darker, and her lips are more visible. She is able to create energy constructs for nearly any purpose, usually creating platforms to levitate herself (and others), beams to grab enemies, circular blasts to knock enemies back, projecting beams from her eyes that seem to simulate heat vision, and opening up interdimensional portals. She also has a wide range of other loosely defined magical abilities, such as dowsing, limited telepathy, and clairvoyance. Her powers are revealed to be alien in origin; her grandmother, Verdona, is an energy being known as an Anodite. Verdona tells Gwen that what she and others originally thought of as "magic" was actually the manipulation of a Force-like energy called mana. Some fans believe that she uses her energy to create the magic she's uses in the old series. (It doesn't explain why she uses magic in the episode where they travel into the future when they meet their adult selves, though this is only an alternate future.) Verdona offers to take Gwen to her home planet and train her in the mystical ways of the Anodites, but Gwen prefers to remain on Earth with Ben and Kevin. She hates being called an "energy being", referring to her Anodite heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the series she has developed a romantic relationship with her former rival Kevin, formerly known as 'Kevin 11'. Kevin returns her feelings, though they are not officially a couple, this stemming from Kevin's reluctance to be official even though he is interested. In one episode, after Gwen asks him to take her to the spring formal, it is hinted that he feels a bit out of place due to the fact that she is a preppy and he isn't. He also mentioned that there were plenty of preppy guys at her school that she could have asked, also hinting that he might be a bit self conscious. They have also been shown to have arguments, usually starting with Gwen always questioning him on their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Levin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin returns in Ben 10: Alien Force as an ally of Ben and Gwen. Kevin's powers operate differently from the way they did in the original series. He has a normal human form, seemingly lost the powers of Ben's Omnitrix aliens, and his absorbing abilities now allow him to absorb the properties of matter as opposed to draining energy, allowing Kevin to cover himself and others with a layer of any solid substance he is touching (similar to Marvel's Absorbing Man). He has a green hi-tech sports car which he takes care of obsessively. Through the years, Kevin has gained a considerable amount of knowledge about aliens, possibly through his brokering of alien technology to various aliens and the Forever Knights and probably due to the fact that he is the son of a Plumber as well. He also seems to know a lot about humans with an alien heritage, as his guess about Gwen's powers being of alien origin was proven correct. As revealed in the episode "The Gauntlet", Kevin, as mentioned by JT, is now reputed as "the toughest kid in town", indicating that he has taken up residence in Bellwood although this has never been explicitly stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "Darkstar Rising", he reveals that his father was also a Plumber. He never met his father, but his mother told Kevin stories about what his father did. This is a big gap in the original series because in Ben 10, he said that his parents both left him because of his strange electrical powers but it may have only been an exaggeration on his part, since it is slightly hinted that Kevin's mother remarried, due to him saying, "My father, my real father". At the end of the same episode, Kevin, along with Gwen and Ben become official Plumbers, after which, Kevin leaves to tell his mother about his membership, this suggests that he has now reconciled and rejoined with his family. In Darkstar Rising, when explaining that he wanted to be a Plumber for the sake of being just like his father, it "mostly" served as the reason that he joined the Tennysons in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the Alien Force series, Kevin has developed romantic feelings for Gwen, which has more than once been evidenced, although he is very reluctant to openly admit them which could be due to the fact that he is very self-conscious and concerned that it will never work out between them for obvious (if not too obvious) reasons, his checkered past, his lifestyle, as well as just being the pretty much opposite of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although seldom emphasized in the series, Kevin has a slight similarity to Max Tennyson, having first been pointed out by Verdona in the episode "What Are Little Girls Made Of?", this is supported by their similar personality traits, stubborn, adventurous and straightforward. Kevin has also worn Max's old tuxedo in "Save the Last Dance", possesses extensive knowledge about aliens rivaling that of the latter, as well as having a potential romance with Gwen, who is also of the Anodite heritage, reflecting Max and Verdona's past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Proves that they really do like each other &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xj9n9pSeKLw&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/Xj9n9pSeKLw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" 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;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2aP_tNSI3s&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/c2aP_tNSI3s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" 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;damn how i &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; the last part! X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wait! That's Michael Morningstar? The creep that tried to steal Gwen from- who stole all the powers from the girls at the prep school?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to admit...&lt;br /&gt;they're cute. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and damn that voice of his...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/281/281078v3iirhg9dq.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-1400495933714358912?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1400495933714358912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=1400495933714358912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1400495933714358912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='event'/><title type='text'>60 Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/Sb-xAQ_c7JI/AAAAAAAABPk/tnHqNs6-iCk/s1600-h/earth-hour-malaysia-2009-500x370.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/Sb-xAQ_c7JI/AAAAAAAABPk/tnHqNs6-iCk/s320/earth-hour-malaysia-2009-500x370.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314160703439694994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3pXOf4_dxc&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/w3pXOf4_dxc&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,539 cities and towns in 80 countries have already committed to VOTE EARTH for Earth Hour 2009, as part of the world's first global election between Earth and global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help save the Earth by &lt;u&gt;turning off &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; lights&lt;/u&gt; on &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;28th March, 8.30 pm - 9.30 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show the world Malaysia is united! &lt;--- taken from 60 Earth Hour ad  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: click &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://earthhour.org.my/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PS: If you don't turn off all the lights, I won't forgive you for &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; helping saving the Earth.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&lt;3'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-5619672335840972005</id><published>2009-03-13T13:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:49:15.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Of Birthday, Carnival and Porn Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain's 15'th birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, &lt;s&gt;mini-me&lt;/s&gt; my &lt;i&gt;dear&lt;/i&gt; friend! ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1455/1455124tww83ijt6x.gif" width=400 height=388 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;the day me, Kelly, Azizul and Jude talk about porn. XD&lt;br /&gt;i won't write what we talked about,&lt;br /&gt;because I'm &lt;i&gt;sure&lt;/i&gt; it's &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT suitable for children under &lt;i&gt;18&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we didn't study at all during that day...&lt;br /&gt;went to the school hall for a &lt;s&gt;spot-check&lt;/s&gt; uniform-check,&lt;br /&gt;then the BM teacher didn't come...&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;our agama teacher didn't come,&lt;br /&gt;so we stayed at the &lt;i&gt;surau&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;recess...&lt;br /&gt;then went to the hall again for 'motivation speech'...&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;all Muslims went to the hall, &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;, for Maulidur Rasul. :)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay Cultural Festival. :)&lt;br /&gt;in-charged of the Agama Islam corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night,&lt;br /&gt;my dad helped me with my History.&lt;br /&gt;which he asked questions them explained them to me the reasons and what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly,&lt;br /&gt;i can memorize the dates, the places and the names of the people easily! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's put that aside,&lt;br /&gt;when i was asking my dad which is better, taekwondo or karate,&lt;br /&gt;he said karate and that a girl at my age &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; learn self-defense technique.&lt;br /&gt;so i asked my dad to ask any of his friends if they can find me a karate class. :)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole class finished the &lt;u&gt;Prisoner of Zenda&lt;/u&gt; presentation.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Kelly's group has the highest marks. :)&lt;br /&gt;  |&lt;br /&gt;  |&lt;br /&gt;  v&lt;br /&gt;a) Kelly&lt;br /&gt;b) Me&lt;br /&gt;c) Azizul&lt;br /&gt;d) Shanti&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;of course,&lt;br /&gt;Kelly,&lt;br /&gt;the videos of Arashi talking in English. XD&lt;br /&gt;just click &lt;a href="http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/search/label/tv%20shows"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how Nino can speak in English. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SL4p2_rjkw8&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/SL4p2_rjkw8&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah,&lt;br /&gt;a little groove from Nino will cheer y'all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l7V-pDwJaTc&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/l7V-pDwJaTc&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today! ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/h.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/a.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/p.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/p.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/y.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width=20 border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/h.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/o.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/l.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/i.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/d.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/a.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/y.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/flip/s.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width=20 border=0&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-5619672335840972005?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5619672335840972005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=5619672335840972005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5619672335840972005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5619672335840972005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-birthday-carnival-and-porn-talk.html' title='Of Birthday, Carnival and Porn Talk'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-8322620042422327835</id><published>2009-03-08T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:56:05.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Interact Carnival + Hot Springs</title><content type='html'>so,&lt;br /&gt;i went to the Interact Carnival yesterday... :)&lt;br /&gt;erm... :X&lt;br /&gt;i'll give it 45%-55%?&lt;br /&gt;lolz...&lt;br /&gt;haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;when i was walking with my friends,&lt;br /&gt;guess whom i saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my old friends&lt;/b&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;Aimi and Amelina. :)&lt;br /&gt;i know Aimi when we were in standard 5, she studied in Convent.&lt;br /&gt;don't know if she still study there or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i suppose ex-ACSians know who Amelina is...&lt;br /&gt;y'know?&lt;br /&gt;one of the malay girls prefects?&lt;br /&gt;she's in 6B?&lt;br /&gt;amazingly, she recognized me! :D&lt;br /&gt;wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also,&lt;br /&gt;kelly,&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this,&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say that my friend got *&lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt;* friendster. &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1092/1092177yqsg41tsar.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope that we'll be friends again. &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1205/1205050gblwh7gbqi.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i like him or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/315/315867d100yirwak.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;went to Sg. Klah/Sungkai Hot Springs today...&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i put my legs in the hot springs for more that 30 mins and then &lt;b&gt;BAM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three quarters up to both of my knees turned red. &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331667ie33gendtd.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the way home,&lt;br /&gt;i bought myself a &lt;u&gt;chocolate&lt;/u&gt; wafer.&lt;br /&gt;and let me tell you something,&lt;br /&gt;the chocolate smeared the corner of my mouth &lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt; dripped onto my blouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/264/264165x3bbkcd9x7.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lesson well learned for you guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;DON'T&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; trust me with chocolate.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-8322620042422327835?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8322620042422327835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=8322620042422327835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8322620042422327835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8322620042422327835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/interact-carnival-hot-springs.html' title='Interact Carnival + Hot Springs'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-1602408333143462546</id><published>2009-03-06T13:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:35:25.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JPop'/><title type='text'>Laugh, Laugh, Laugh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;we got a new principal!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;and... &lt;br /&gt;err...&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Loh didn't come?&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our math teacher didn't come...&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!! XD&lt;br /&gt;we learned Chapter 4! XD&lt;br /&gt;we managed to learn until the male's reproductive system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;until&lt;/i&gt; the last period,&lt;br /&gt;Viveek was like, 'teacher! faster teacher! still got time!' XD&lt;br /&gt;and then Pn. Faridah moved the mouse to the &lt;u&gt;Next Lesson&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;i&gt;purposely&lt;/i&gt; looked at her watch and said 'oh look! it's time. thank you class.' XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw Pn. Siti Hajar in the afternoon. :D&lt;br /&gt;we chatted and she said that the morning session teacher said that (XD) there is not enough workers in the koperasi...&lt;br /&gt;so she offered me a job. :D&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like Phys. Ed! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;we played &lt;u&gt;Ice and Water&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Aci Duduk&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Galah Panjang&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;for you who don't know what those games are, they are played like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;u&gt;Ice and Water&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 (or many, depends on how many people are playing) person will have to chase the others and if she/he does, he/she will have to tap him/her on him/her shoulder and said &lt;i&gt;Ice&lt;/i&gt;. The person that had been &lt;b&gt;Ice-d&lt;/b&gt; can&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; move. But his/her friends can free them by tapping them on his/her shoulder and said &lt;i&gt;Water&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;u&gt;Aci Duduk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same like &lt;u&gt;Ice and Water&lt;/u&gt; but the person who had been tapped by the person who chase the others, cannot stand, they have to sit. If they do stand, they will chase other people instead of the person that had been chasing people. People who had been 'tapped' and cannot stand can stand if his/her friends tap him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) &lt;u&gt;Galah Panjang&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide into 2 groups. The Defense Group will form a line for a few stages ( 1 line = approx. 5 people). Usually, the bigger and stronger will stay behind and not let the opponent to get pass through. Meanwhile, the Attack Group will have to seek an opening and pass till the last stage. The members in Attack Group must &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; let the Defense Group touch you, or else you will lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;complicated, huh?&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Galah Panjang&lt;/u&gt; requires a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; of teamwork. :D&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's today!!!&lt;br /&gt;during Science,&lt;br /&gt;Puan Faridah taught us the female reproduction system and got herself mingled... XD&lt;br /&gt;she accidentally said 'so, the ovary produces 1 sperm' XD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Interact Carnival's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, Shuwen! (and other Interact-ors if you're reading this!)&lt;br /&gt;it better be good!&lt;br /&gt;or else i won't buy another coupon for next year! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's also my mom's bday. :D&lt;br /&gt;and on Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;we're going to Sungkai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hot springs...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;see if you can play like him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arashi - Hero&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFfSnc-s4CY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/nFfSnc-s4CY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arashi - 風の向こうへ (Kaze no Mukou E)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/luNE3vjrIHk&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/luNE3vjrIHk&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arashi - Beautiful Days&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPmAnXigHgE&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/jPmAnXigHgE&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arashi - 僕が僕のすべて (Boku ga Boku no Subete)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hblmsXvInW4&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/hblmsXvInW4&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arashi - Truth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzCa6gxKV4o&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/mzCa6gxKV4o&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arashi - シリウス (Shiriusu)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8fSfSRzaNs&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/f8fSfSRzaNs&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arashi - 瞳の中のGalaxy (Hitomi no Naka no Galaxy)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4uPN2JWaeCo&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/4uPN2JWaeCo&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arashi - Love So Sweet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wkJtBB4KnRA&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/wkJtBB4KnRA&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a random song, which is very nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ゆず (Yuzu) - 栄光の架橋 (Eikou no Kakehashi) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QMtYaPjCx4g&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/QMtYaPjCx4g&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the PV of the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PouGAtQheOw&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/PouGAtQheOw&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arashi's latest singles&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;矢野健太 (Ohno Satoshi) - 曇りのち、快晴 (Kumorinochi, Kaisei)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dydn8m1mM4s&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/dydn8m1mM4s&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vjx7bZOJ0Bk&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/Vjx7bZOJ0Bk&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arashi - Believe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtQ3l_wjvfs&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/wtQ3l_wjvfs&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed yourself?&lt;br /&gt;thanks for visiting! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-1602408333143462546?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1602408333143462546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=1602408333143462546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1602408333143462546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1602408333143462546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/laugh-laugh-laugh.html' title='Laugh, Laugh, Laugh!!!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-7203072897311190694</id><published>2009-02-28T07:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:05:47.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Hey =)</title><content type='html'>I just want to say thanks to &lt;a href="http://a-girl-thought.blogspot.com/"&gt;wawa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for being my follower. =)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;i bought a &lt;u&gt;Gempak!&lt;/u&gt; magazine a couple of weeks ago, #222.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;Top 10 Anime&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;Top 10 Greatest Male Anime Character in 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;Top 10 Greatest Female Anime Character in 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;Top 10 Male Seiyuu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;Top 10 Female Seiyuu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;a) Top 10 Anime:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gundam 00&lt;br /&gt;2. Code Geass R2&lt;br /&gt;3. Macross Frontier&lt;br /&gt;4. Soul Eater&lt;br /&gt;5. Clannad After Story&lt;br /&gt;6. Natsume Yuujin-Chou&lt;br /&gt;7. Lucky Star OVA&lt;br /&gt;8. Zoku Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei&lt;br /&gt;9. Spice &amp; Wolf&lt;br /&gt;10. Shakugan no Shana II&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;b) Top 10 Greatest Male Anime Character in 2008:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lelouch Lamperouge (Code Geass: Lelouch of The Rebellion R2)&lt;br /&gt;2. Setsuna F. Seiei (Mobile Suit Gundam 00, 2nd season)&lt;br /&gt;3. Tieria Erde (Mobile Suit Gundam 00, 2nd season) &lt;br /&gt;4. Lockon Stratus (Mobile Suit Gundam 00, 2nd season)&lt;br /&gt;5. Sebastian Michaelis  (Kuroshituji)&lt;br /&gt;6. Kururugi Suzaku (Code Geass: Lelouch of The Rebellion R2)&lt;br /&gt;7. Death The Kid (Soul Eater)&lt;br /&gt;8. Saotome Alto (Macross Frontier)&lt;br /&gt;9. Allejujah Haptism (Mobile Suit Gundam 00, 2nd season)&lt;br /&gt;10. Sakata Gintoki (Gintama)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;c) Top 10 Greatest Female Anime Character in 2008:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. C.C. (Code Geass: Lelouch of The Rebellion R2)&lt;br /&gt;2. Izumi Konata (Lucky Star)&lt;br /&gt;3. Aisaka Taiga (Toradora!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Kallen Stadfield (Code Geass: Lelouch of The Rebellion R2)&lt;br /&gt;5. Kannagi (Kannagi: Crazy Shrine Maidens)&lt;br /&gt;6. Sheryl Nome (Macross Frontier)&lt;br /&gt;7. Ranka Lee (Macross Frontier)&lt;br /&gt;8. Shana (Shakugan no Shana II)&lt;br /&gt;9. Ayanami Rei (Neon Genesis Evangelion)&lt;br /&gt;10. Furukawa Nagisa (Clannad After Story)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;d) Top 10 Male Seiyuu:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fukuyama Jun&lt;br /&gt;2. Miyano Mamoru&lt;br /&gt;3. Nakamura Yuichi&lt;br /&gt;4. Hiroshi Kamiya&lt;br /&gt;5. Daisuke Ono&lt;br /&gt;6. Takahiro Sakurai&lt;br /&gt;7. Yoshino Hiroyuki&lt;br /&gt;8. Shinichiro Miki&lt;br /&gt;9. Koyasu Takehito&lt;br /&gt;10. Hoshi Soichiro&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;e) Top 10 Female Seiyuu:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yukana&lt;br /&gt;2. Kugimiya Rie &lt;br /&gt;3. Hirano Aya &lt;br /&gt;4. Tomatsu Haruka&lt;br /&gt;5. Sakamoto Maaya&lt;br /&gt;6. Nakajima Megumi&lt;br /&gt;7. Mizuki Nana&lt;br /&gt;8. Koshimizu Ami&lt;br /&gt;9. Nazuka Kaori&lt;br /&gt;10. Mamiko Noto&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;there you have it. =) &lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;so far,&lt;br /&gt;i got A for math, eng, and... dunno what...&lt;br /&gt;i got B for BM... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Loh gave us the answers for geo,&lt;br /&gt;and i got B &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; got C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;on my way back to home,&lt;br /&gt;i saw Pn. Loh grumbled and sent her daughter to school... O.o&lt;br /&gt;she lives in Taman Mas!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-7203072897311190694?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7203072897311190694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=7203072897311190694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/7203072897311190694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/7203072897311190694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey.html' title='Hey =)'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-4694512170655774861</id><published>2009-02-22T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:58:27.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Happy 17th Anniversary!!! :D</title><content type='html'>Happy 17th Anniversary to my beloved parents! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/109/109280jv8bfd32lh.gif" width=231 height=155 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your &lt;i&gt;loveable&lt;/i&gt; daughter. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like my hard work of not eating during recess to collect money really paid off. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the money was supposed to be for my parent's dinner &lt;i&gt;date&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but my mom said that the &lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; family is going together. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-4694512170655774861?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4694512170655774861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=4694512170655774861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/4694512170655774861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/4694512170655774861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-17th-anniversary-d.html' title='Happy 17th Anniversary!!! :D'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-1749038883843489811</id><published>2009-02-20T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:15:26.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>5 Days = 1 Post</title><content type='html'>O.o&lt;br /&gt;haven't updated for quite a long time...&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see...&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened actually on Monday... =p&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me vs. Azizul and Nazreen in 'Girls vs. Boys'. XD&lt;br /&gt;we debated pretty much of everything... XD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our agama teacher didn't come,&lt;br /&gt;so we cleaned up the surau... =p&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our math teacher didn't come!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;so me, Kelly, Azizul and Nazreen chatted for the &lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; two periods... =p&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;during sivik,&lt;br /&gt;teacher asked us to create a group for the folio.&lt;br /&gt;At first,&lt;br /&gt;my group: Me, Kelly and Nabilah&lt;br /&gt;then i asked Azizul how many team members are ther in his group...&lt;br /&gt;he said only two: himself and Nazreen.&lt;br /&gt;then we agreed to be in the same team. =)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;super&lt;/i&gt; cranky for the first two period...&lt;br /&gt;dude,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt; Eng teacher sucks to death! DX&lt;br /&gt;she asked us to read Prisoner of Zenda chapter 3, 4, &amp;amp; 5 at home.&lt;br /&gt;*scoffs* like hell am i gonna do that... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then during recess,&lt;br /&gt;just before Pn. Faridah walked out of the class,&lt;br /&gt;me and Azizul discussed &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; with her.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to write what we're discussing about in my blog...&lt;br /&gt;later i'm gonna get burned. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during agama,&lt;br /&gt;about 12.00 or something,&lt;br /&gt;there was an announcement saying that all the teachers must attend the meeting right away...&lt;br /&gt;and then Azizul stood up and said 'It's okay, ustaz. *laugh* You just go the meeting.'&lt;br /&gt;and an announcement was heard again: 'All the students can go back home early.'&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;br /&gt;my parent's anniversary is in two more days...&lt;br /&gt;i have RM80.++ in my pocket...&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna give them RM60.00 for their dinner date at Cheng Ho &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese Islamic and Thai Seafood&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3 people + 4 dishes + green tea = RM60.00&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;i haven't buy a wedding card for them...&lt;br /&gt;if i ask them if we can go to fajar or anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;surely they will follow me wherever i go...&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;br /&gt;i hope they allow me to shop by myself and that they just wait downstairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or in the car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-1749038883843489811?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1749038883843489811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=1749038883843489811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1749038883843489811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1749038883843489811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/02/6-days-1-post.html' title='5 Days = 1 Post'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-634620718407679945</id><published>2009-02-15T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:04:26.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Husna!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/257/257724qzzhy39no4.gif" width="394" height="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we take a long time to know each other,&lt;br /&gt;you're one of my &lt;i&gt;closest&lt;/i&gt; friends! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed you when we were in &lt;b&gt;Standard 6&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;got to know you better in &lt;b&gt;Form 1&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;being on good terms with you in &lt;b&gt;Form 2&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and total &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;best friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in &lt;b&gt;Form 3&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-634620718407679945?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/634620718407679945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=634620718407679945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/634620718407679945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/634620718407679945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-6846187933371223663</id><published>2009-02-09T10:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:53:10.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;did you guys miss me?? XD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Yong booked us an exclusive hotel in Hatyai. ^^&lt;br /&gt;and it's a good thing that he knew which restaurant is halal or not... :D&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;after we checked in to the hotel,&lt;br /&gt;we went shopping!! :D&lt;br /&gt;these are what i bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-dZUP4VcI/AAAAAAAABOs/68f6cpbqwPs/s1600-h/CIMG1105.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-dZUP4VcI/AAAAAAAABOs/68f6cpbqwPs/s320/CIMG1105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300628344695969218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(PJs!!! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-dZnlTCQI/AAAAAAAABO0/6FYg4yzQ8UA/s1600-h/CIMG1106.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-dZnlTCQI/AAAAAAAABO0/6FYg4yzQ8UA/s320/CIMG1106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300628349886073090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-dZ8toqNI/AAAAAAAABO8/rq3sk7tz1ak/s1600-h/CIMG1107.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-dZ8toqNI/AAAAAAAABO8/rq3sk7tz1ak/s320/CIMG1107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300628355558189266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-daLOgsgI/AAAAAAAABPE/w36FvWlFl-Y/s1600-h/CIMG1108.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-daLOgsgI/AAAAAAAABPE/w36FvWlFl-Y/s320/CIMG1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300628359454175746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-dadftCpI/AAAAAAAABPM/p8Hb4JnC1_Q/s1600-h/CIMG1109.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-dadftCpI/AAAAAAAABPM/p8Hb4JnC1_Q/s320/CIMG1109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300628364358126226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-eECMSI6I/AAAAAAAABPU/npv_xX9rv0A/s1600-h/CIMG1110.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-eECMSI6I/AAAAAAAABPU/npv_xX9rv0A/s320/CIMG1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300629078583419810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(got lots of anime shirts, y'know... like Det. Conan, Doraemon... especially Death Note...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the hotel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-eEmB5QQI/AAAAAAAABPc/Igovm2Sv_a0/s1600-h/CIMG1102.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-eEmB5QQI/AAAAAAAABPc/Igovm2Sv_a0/s320/CIMG1102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300629088203522306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(clockwise: my mom, Mr. Yong, Ms. Ngeh, Uncle Bala. :) )&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;yesterday evening,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Yong treat us to a well-known &lt;i&gt;Chinese&lt;/i&gt; restaurant somewhere at Batu Kawan..&lt;br /&gt;at 1st i hesitated because it's a CHINESE restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;afraid if it's not halal... =p&lt;br /&gt;but Mr. Yong guaranteed 100% that the restaurant serves halal food and seafood &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt;. ^^&lt;br /&gt;so i ate...&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit...&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty nice! ;)&lt;br /&gt;except for the tea though...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a fan of Chinese tea or green tea... =p&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;and guess what!?&lt;br /&gt;i sprained my &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt; ankle!!! DX&lt;br /&gt;haha... XD&lt;br /&gt;now i can't run because i sprained &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; of my ankles... =p&lt;br /&gt;man...&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can go to clinic,&lt;br /&gt;get a letter from the doctor saying i can&lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; do any sports like 100m dash, long jump, high jump...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368961yzn6nhcis8.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;w00ts!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shariman won!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368994xb8mrf54p8.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Shah! Shah! &lt;b&gt;Shariman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;b&gt;Shariman&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Mighty &lt;b&gt;Shariman&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we go,&lt;br /&gt;People want to know,&lt;br /&gt;Who we are,&lt;br /&gt;So we tell them,&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;b&gt;Shariman&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Mighty &lt;b&gt;Shariman&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-6846187933371223663?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6846187933371223663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=6846187933371223663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/6846187933371223663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/6846187933371223663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SY-dZUP4VcI/AAAAAAAABOs/68f6cpbqwPs/s72-c/CIMG1105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-1607423133352663278</id><published>2009-02-06T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:19:00.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Thailand, Here I Come!!!</title><content type='html'>wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yours truly&lt;/i&gt; are going to Thailand! XD&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not coming for Hari Sukan. =3&lt;br /&gt;make sure Shariman wins!!!&lt;br /&gt;kufufufu~&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;woah...&lt;br /&gt;i had a... &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; day at school... O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English (double period)&lt;br /&gt;teacher returned our essay and she said that my essay was 'not bad'...&lt;br /&gt;except i had a &lt;i&gt;few&lt;/i&gt; grammatical errors here and there... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. History (single period)&lt;br /&gt;as usual... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;not good, not bad... just okay... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Science (single period)&lt;br /&gt;teacher made a science quiz and guess what!?&lt;br /&gt;i got all of 'em correct!!!&lt;br /&gt;and 6 other people like kelly and viveek... XD&lt;br /&gt;wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;so far,&lt;br /&gt;i like science... XD&lt;br /&gt;speaking of science,&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; fell asleep in the tuition yesterday (during Science lesson)... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-recess-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Geography (double period)&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Loh made quite a lot of jokes today... XD&lt;br /&gt;she even laughed or smiled for the &lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; period!!! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Agama/Moral&lt;br /&gt;time flies so fast... XD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;this tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;in tuition,&lt;br /&gt;during English lesson,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chan returned our essays and my friend, Khairunnisa, got 'Good'...&lt;br /&gt;whereas &lt;i&gt;yours truly&lt;/i&gt; got 'Good!' and 'Well done!' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't mind me...&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a self-bragging mode... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-1607423133352663278?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1607423133352663278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=1607423133352663278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1607423133352663278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1607423133352663278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/02/thailand-here-i-come.html' title='Thailand, Here I Come!!!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-423029569965399562</id><published>2009-01-31T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:49:07.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Science Tips for F3</title><content type='html'>so,&lt;br /&gt;here are some tips for form 3 who have trouble memorizing the structures of the heart! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i couldn't find a picture of the heart (and i ended up with a REAL heart), &lt;br /&gt;just take your science book out, kay? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LESSON BEGINS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Aorta&lt;/b&gt;- Aorta is the most top one with three pointy holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Vena cavae&lt;/b&gt;- the long, straight tube behind the heart. The top one is called &lt;u&gt;superior vena cava&lt;/u&gt; and the bottom one is called &lt;u&gt;inferior vena cava&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Pulmonary artery&lt;/b&gt;- between &lt;b&gt;aorta&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;pulmonary vein&lt;/b&gt;, the one with one hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Pulmonary vein&lt;/b&gt;- the one that sticks behind the heart, with two holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Left atrium&lt;/b&gt;- if you're looking at any picture, let's say in the book, it's on your right. Left &lt;u&gt;at&lt;/u&gt;rium = &lt;u&gt;at&lt;/u&gt;as. therefore, the left atrium on any picture is on &lt;u&gt;top right&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Left ventricle&lt;/b&gt;- same as the &lt;b&gt;left atrium&lt;/b&gt;, except it's below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Right atrium&lt;/b&gt;- same as the &lt;b&gt;left atrium&lt;/b&gt;, except it's on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Right ventricle&lt;/b&gt;- same as the &lt;b&gt;right atrium&lt;/b&gt;, except it's below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Tricuspid valve&lt;/b&gt;- between the &lt;b&gt;right atrium&lt;/b&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;right ventricle&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Tr&lt;/u&gt;icuspid valve = &lt;u&gt;right&lt;/u&gt; atrium/ventricle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Bicuspid valve&lt;/b&gt;- between the &lt;b&gt;left atrium&lt;/b&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;left ventricle&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LESSON ENDS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got it? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-423029569965399562?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/423029569965399562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=423029569965399562' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/423029569965399562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/423029569965399562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/01/science-tips-for-f3.html' title='Science Tips for F3'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-8052060554325430315</id><published>2009-01-30T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:52:21.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Babydoll Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>seriously...&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely NO idea why you two 'land in the hospital' when hearing this song... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read the lyrics carefully people!&lt;br /&gt;and you'll find 'em &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; interesting. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Babydoll Gone Wrong&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;u&gt;Skye Sweetnam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a new breed of doll&lt;br /&gt;Psycho baby doll gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;Toolbelt with a lollipop&lt;br /&gt;Curling iron, Kalashnikov [an AK-47]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a new breed of doll&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for a brave new world&lt;br /&gt;Gas mask and a magic wand&lt;br /&gt;Bulldozer and tutu on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Load up, load up&lt;br /&gt;March to the future&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick, I might kill you or kiss ya&lt;br /&gt;Baby doll gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries real tears&lt;br /&gt;In her bed tonight&lt;br /&gt;Press the button right&lt;br /&gt;She will glow so bright&lt;br /&gt;She bleeds real blood&lt;br /&gt;Cut her with a knife&lt;br /&gt;She'll fight for her life&lt;br /&gt;But it's you who dies&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me&lt;br /&gt;Can you still believe&lt;br /&gt;My name&lt;br /&gt;And can't you see this&lt;br /&gt;Baby doll gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a new breed of doll&lt;br /&gt;Crash helmet and halo on&lt;br /&gt;Jackhammer and my apron&lt;br /&gt;Throw my head back, sing a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a new breed of doll&lt;br /&gt;Mace you with my aerosol&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbell and S&amp;M&lt;br /&gt;Bumper car that has a brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Load up, load up&lt;br /&gt;March to the future&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick, I might kill you or kiss ya&lt;br /&gt;Baby doll gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries real tears&lt;br /&gt;In her bed tonight&lt;br /&gt;Press the button right&lt;br /&gt;She will glow so bright&lt;br /&gt;And she bleeds real blood&lt;br /&gt;Cut her with a knife&lt;br /&gt;She'll fight for her life&lt;br /&gt;But it's you who dies&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her bed tonight&lt;br /&gt;Press the button right&lt;br /&gt;She will glow so bright&lt;br /&gt;And she bleeds real blood&lt;br /&gt;Cut her with a knife&lt;br /&gt;She'll fight for her life&lt;br /&gt;But it's you who dies&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby doll&lt;br /&gt;I'll kick the boys and make them fall&lt;br /&gt;Baby doll&lt;br /&gt;I'll kick the boys and make them fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar and razor blade&lt;br /&gt;Acid pink lemonade&lt;br /&gt;That's how baby dolls are made&lt;br /&gt;We misbehave&lt;br /&gt;We misbehave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Load up, load up&lt;br /&gt;March to the future&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick, I might kill you or kiss ya&lt;br /&gt;Baby doll gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries real tears&lt;br /&gt;In her bed tonight&lt;br /&gt;Press the button right&lt;br /&gt;She will glow so bright&lt;br /&gt;She bleeds real blood&lt;br /&gt;Cut her with a knife&lt;br /&gt;She'll fight for her life&lt;br /&gt;But it's you who dies&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her bed tonight&lt;br /&gt;Press the button right&lt;br /&gt;She will glow so bright&lt;br /&gt;She cries real tears&lt;br /&gt;Cut her with a knife&lt;br /&gt;She'll fight for her life&lt;br /&gt;But it's you who dies&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool, huh? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-8052060554325430315?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8052060554325430315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=8052060554325430315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8052060554325430315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8052060554325430315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/01/babydoll-gone-wrong.html' title='Babydoll Gone Wrong'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-4452110866312568425</id><published>2009-01-29T10:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:46:38.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Trip To Melaka (Malacca) (EDITED)</title><content type='html'>wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;guess what!?&lt;br /&gt;Jiaying's cousin likes Gokudera!!!&lt;br /&gt;kyaa!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;in your face, ying! &lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369215r4400g440y.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;last monday really got solar eclipse!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was at 5.30++ though...&lt;br /&gt;i was a tad bit dissapointed when i was waiting for the eclipse...&lt;br /&gt;the guy at Planeterium announced that it would happen sometime at 4.30...&lt;br /&gt;so i got ready a couple of basins and filled them with water to see the eclipse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;it was... eh... 'full of clouds' at my cousin's house...&lt;br /&gt;so i can't see the sun clearly...&lt;br /&gt;when i was waiting for the eclipse,&lt;br /&gt;i looked straight at the sun (yes, straight at the sun!!!) and saw that the sun was crescent-shaped!&lt;br /&gt;then i called everybody to go outside and watched the eclipse. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, my younger cousins were fighting with each other for the negative film... XD&lt;br /&gt;did you know that negative film can also be used to look at the sun? XD&lt;br /&gt;man...&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a nerd at this kind of stuff... XD&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;back to the story, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;amir and nazran coudn't see the eclipse and my uncle (amir's father) told them to wait for another decade... XD&lt;br /&gt;then came my little (annoying) cousin, he told her to wait for another 2 decade! XD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;went to Melaka last sunday!!! &gt;.&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEbKeOECCI/AAAAAAAABNE/-8W1plxD3vM/s1600-h/CIMG1010.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEbKeOECCI/AAAAAAAABNE/-8W1plxD3vM/s320/CIMG1010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296544503489103906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my parents =3)&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEbKg-Id-I/AAAAAAAABNM/hgzMW_rEhF0/s1600-h/CIMG1012.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEbKg-Id-I/AAAAAAAABNM/hgzMW_rEhF0/s320/CIMG1012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296544504227592162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEbK69aXyI/AAAAAAAABNU/qEHMGZHOmPE/s1600-h/CIMG1013.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEbK69aXyI/AAAAAAAABNU/qEHMGZHOmPE/s320/CIMG1013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296544511203893026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the three pranksters! XD the girl in pink shirt is Atiqah, a year younger than Amirah, the one in green shirt, who is a year younger than me! understand? XD)&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEbLJAMc_I/AAAAAAAABNc/8E7X4xIT5pI/s1600-h/CIMG1015.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEbLJAMc_I/AAAAAAAABNc/8E7X4xIT5pI/s320/CIMG1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296544514973660146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEbLaH6-aI/AAAAAAAABNk/nzLQ_liSUWs/s1600-h/CIMG1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEbLaH6-aI/AAAAAAAABNk/nzLQ_liSUWs/s320/CIMG1019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296544519569471906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEcqpNtuqI/AAAAAAAABNs/JRRjefQLWC4/s1600-h/CIMG1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEcqpNtuqI/AAAAAAAABNs/JRRjefQLWC4/s320/CIMG1024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296546155707873954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEcqz7u5SI/AAAAAAAABN0/Qx7c7GPmzfY/s1600-h/CIMG1026.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEcqz7u5SI/AAAAAAAABN0/Qx7c7GPmzfY/s320/CIMG1026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296546158585242914" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(call me a kid! i don't care! &gt;:D)&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEcrH8-Q_I/AAAAAAAABN8/ctbiOQ8Pkrc/s1600-h/CIMG1041.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEcrH8-Q_I/AAAAAAAABN8/ctbiOQ8Pkrc/s320/CIMG1041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296546163959153650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(us with Hang Tuah! XD we're inside a museum, which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; a ship!)&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEcrh5GKaI/AAAAAAAABOM/4gibAFWTrcc/s1600-h/CIMG1045.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEcrh5GKaI/AAAAAAAABOM/4gibAFWTrcc/s320/CIMG1045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296546170922215842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(outside the museum, still on the ship! =3)&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEdgjtUUEI/AAAAAAAABOU/HuP7UvAQDxc/s1600-h/CIMG1046.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEdgjtUUEI/AAAAAAAABOU/HuP7UvAQDxc/s320/CIMG1046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296547081942749250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the ship is bigger than it looks! ;))&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEdg_rRr7I/AAAAAAAABOc/rftusGh3fxk/s1600-h/CIMG1049.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEdg_rRr7I/AAAAAAAABOc/rftusGh3fxk/s320/CIMG1049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296547089450381234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(a random graffitti... XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;on the way to Melaka,&lt;br /&gt;me, Atiqah and Amirah (please note that they are cousins, not sisters ^^) were sleeping all the way there.&lt;br /&gt;but on the way back home,&lt;br /&gt;i turned on my mp4 and we sang songs like 'Fall For You' and 'Cry Me A River'. XD&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;when i asked my mom to tuned in to hot.fm,&lt;br /&gt;the radio played the Gardenia theme song...&lt;br /&gt;haha!! XD&lt;br /&gt;and then we sang the song out loud! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEdhCXFl-I/AAAAAAAABOk/TeG8GII-kd4/s1600-h/CIMG1057.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEdhCXFl-I/AAAAAAAABOk/TeG8GII-kd4/s320/CIMG1057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296547090171008994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that night, we celebrated Nisa's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;when blew the candles, you can see that her brother's also blowing the candles, right?&lt;br /&gt;when she realized it, she started to cry. XD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool, huh? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-4452110866312568425?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4452110866312568425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=4452110866312568425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/4452110866312568425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/4452110866312568425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/01/trip-to-melaka-malacca.html' title='Trip To Melaka (Malacca) (EDITED)'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SYEbKeOECCI/AAAAAAAABNE/-8W1plxD3vM/s72-c/CIMG1010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-7213020328577588139</id><published>2009-01-23T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:55:17.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>PWND!!!</title><content type='html'>haha!! XD&lt;br /&gt;addicted to that word since yesterday... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna write much for now 'coz i want to play some games... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so later at 5,&lt;br /&gt;me and nabilah are gonna go back to school to play tennis!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;anyone who is anyone are welcome to join!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during agama lesson,&lt;br /&gt;ustaz (that's what i call for &lt;i&gt;male&lt;/i&gt; agama teacher) told us that there will be &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOLAR ECLIPSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;this Monday&lt;/i&gt;!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;w00ts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna do TWO experiments!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. take a few of eggs and put it outside the house and see the reaction. (PS: the eggs will &lt;u&gt;FLOAT&lt;/u&gt; in the air!!! :D how pwnd is that!? XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. check my weight!!! :) coz they say that during solar eclipse, &lt;i&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/i&gt; will be &lt;b&gt;lighter&lt;/b&gt; than before. :D but they will go back to their original weight once the eclipse is over... T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-7213020328577588139?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7213020328577588139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=7213020328577588139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/7213020328577588139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/7213020328577588139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/01/pwnd.html' title='PWND!!!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-2463027893585874089</id><published>2009-01-17T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:07:14.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>Untitled... XD</title><content type='html'>last thursday got merentas desa...&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;my already-sprained-ankle sprained &lt;i&gt;twice&lt;/i&gt;... T.T&lt;br /&gt;for more information,&lt;br /&gt;just go to &lt;a href="http://www.yingying-animemanga.blogspot.com/"&gt;ying&lt;/a&gt;'s blog... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.torncity.com/"&gt;Torn City&lt;/a&gt;!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me in jail... XD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXH9mNbuLnI/AAAAAAAABK4/eaKOkkPvoMU/s1600-h/jail.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXH9mNbuLnI/AAAAAAAABK4/eaKOkkPvoMU/s320/jail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292289870019833458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXH9l9WdNWI/AAAAAAAABKo/IdQ6n-1gK7o/s1600-h/torncity.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXH9l9WdNWI/AAAAAAAABKo/IdQ6n-1gK7o/s320/torncity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292289865702782306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXH9mB6XU2I/AAAAAAAABKw/R2STWn67EFw/s1600-h/mugged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXH9mB6XU2I/AAAAAAAABKw/R2STWn67EFw/s320/mugged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292289866927133538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random guy attacked me a few minutes ago and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXIB7sJPiZI/AAAAAAAABLI/AXJk3LK--tA/s1600-h/lost.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXIB7sJPiZI/AAAAAAAABLI/AXJk3LK--tA/s320/lost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292294637087590802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recap of the fight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXIB7jjpx0I/AAAAAAAABLQ/8-XbFnrX4kw/s1600-h/vs2.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXIB7jjpx0I/AAAAAAAABLQ/8-XbFnrX4kw/s320/vs2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292294634782443330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;something i did for ying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXIANLeFfxI/AAAAAAAABLA/sF6z2WhSk3w/s1600-h/Copy+of+yamamoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXIANLeFfxI/AAAAAAAABLA/sF6z2WhSk3w/s320/Copy+of+yamamoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292292738531032850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-2463027893585874089?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2463027893585874089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=2463027893585874089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2463027893585874089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2463027893585874089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled-xd.html' title='Untitled... XD'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SXH9mNbuLnI/AAAAAAAABK4/eaKOkkPvoMU/s72-c/jail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-3139999488510857426</id><published>2009-01-14T20:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:22:15.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random Conversation</title><content type='html'>jessica!!!&lt;br /&gt;guess wat?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arashi&lt;/u&gt;'s song came out in hitz.fm!!!&lt;br /&gt;w00ts!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;last saturday...&lt;br /&gt;me and ying had a &lt;i&gt;total&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;random&lt;/b&gt; conversation... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;on 2nd thought... the moon's not bright and it's missing... O.o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yadda yadda... i forgot wat ying wrote...-&lt;u&gt;they're trying to destroy world&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;not if we destroy the world 1st!!! bwahahaha!!! XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;so, wen shud we attack?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;as so0n as i finish my dinner! XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a few mins later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;okay, i'm done!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;0.o so cepat...so...where shud we attack 1st?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;British!!! bwahahaha!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Okay! I'll b heading there... -fast forward- no one's in d british hq nw...bt we are burning their hq in a minute, boss!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wan it 2 b d0ne by n0w!n0t in a minute or even sec0nd!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;it's already turned into charc0al,boss! where do u tink they are hiding,b0ss?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hmm...india! Go search 4 them in india!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;XD theres no hq there,b0ss!(XD im so g0na piss my b0ss off!)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...che...fine...i go serang japan...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;b0ss! We killed evry single soul there...bt there's a kitten in fr0nt of me...shall i kill it? XD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;=.=''' so u said u kille every1?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aye...u wan d kitten,b0ss?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...yeah,sure, watever...so u rili RILI killed every1?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;aye...*bang* -sum0ne killed me-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;w00ts!she died!yamam0to died! wee &lt;---my msn em0ticon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yamam0to is nt there! U tensai! Who do u tink helped me 2 kill evry1 there!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...urself oni loh...haha... XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wat does tat hv 2 do wit yamam0to?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;U said u killed every1...so yamam0to die loh...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;No lah...im always wit yamam0to! &lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...i wana kill tuna...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Y?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i hate tuna...no,i LOATHE tuna...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Y?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...dun0...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;He's a coward?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yup...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;XD he's a fish?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;XD yeah...very useless...n0e hw 2 eat oni... XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;XD i lik d hyper tuna...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gah...all tuna r d same...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meh...hyper tuna co0l wat...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blergh...i tink dat pinky boxer is WAAAY c0oler than HYPER tuna...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;XD lussuria? Where gt? Hyper tuna way c0oler that tat pinky 'agua'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seriously,hyper tuna is like,gay... :X&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Where gt...if he's gay u w0uld've like him edi...XD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eww...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bt u lik 59 gay-ing wit 18...XD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...=.='''...wei,i slp 1st...mabuk darat...bb...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;XD swt lah..gud nite...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;our &lt;i&gt;random&lt;/i&gt; conversation... XD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-3139999488510857426?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3139999488510857426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=3139999488510857426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/3139999488510857426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/3139999488510857426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-conversation.html' title='Random Conversation'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-5052262307785085756</id><published>2009-01-09T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:43:19.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Hey Guys!</title><content type='html'>O.o&lt;br /&gt;haven't updated my blog for a few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;what to share with you guys...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;3a2 is nicer than i thought it would be! :D&lt;br /&gt;i mean, &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, who would &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; want MORE friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;IF&lt;/i&gt; i were in a1,&lt;br /&gt;i would stuck with the same old friends...&lt;br /&gt;no offense... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/315/315867d100yirwak.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity my 3a1 friends...&lt;br /&gt;the teachers must've given you a lot of pressures, huh?&lt;br /&gt;what to do, what to do... XD&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, &lt;br /&gt;the 3a1 people are &lt;s&gt;nerds&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;geeks&lt;/s&gt; smart! &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331670viwtp4oonl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;in my imagination land: the 3a1 people are all acting like this: &lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368993g0iyu4nwg1.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;*completely ignores the angry looks on 3a1-ians faces* &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331670viwtp4oonl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;tuition at unijaya was a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;the teachers are damn funny!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;some serious though... =p&lt;br /&gt;but the guys made the classes fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see,&lt;br /&gt;there are a few rows of tables on the right and on the left...&lt;br /&gt;the joey and poh yee and some nan hwa students sat on the right,&lt;br /&gt;whereas the malays sat on the left...&lt;br /&gt;i sat with khairunnisa...&lt;br /&gt;4 (acs) guys were behind us...&lt;br /&gt;and when the class started,&lt;br /&gt;they started to make some funny comments that only the guys and me and khairunnisa understood it... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like ytd during science class,&lt;br /&gt;sir was drawing a bell jar,&lt;br /&gt;of course, you know la, you draw the curve and then a small circle on top of it...&lt;br /&gt;then one of the malay guys 'innocently' &lt;s&gt;whispered&lt;/s&gt; asked, 'apa yang dia lukis tu?'&lt;br /&gt;then his friend answered, 'ha, kau jangan fikir yang bukan2...' XD&lt;br /&gt;then we tried our best to not to laugh...&lt;br /&gt;then i turned to the 'chinese group', and i saw they looked at us in confusion! XD&lt;br /&gt;especially joey, i think... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously!&lt;br /&gt;the classes are never too boring when they're around! ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i bet you don't understand what the joke's about, do you?&lt;br /&gt;it's a bit perverted, though...&lt;br /&gt;go take a piece of paper,&lt;br /&gt;then draw an upward curve with a small circle on top of it...&lt;br /&gt;then you'll understand the joke... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's one!&lt;br /&gt;during science lesson,&lt;br /&gt;when sir was explaining about the trachea,&lt;br /&gt;somehow we learned about Adam's apple (halkum)...&lt;br /&gt;and then those guys asked sir, 'kalau perempuan?'&lt;br /&gt;then sir answered, 'perempuan tak ada Adam's apple.'&lt;br /&gt;then one of the guy's friends whispered,&lt;br /&gt;'kalau perempuan, buah kelapa.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369302w5prxq4bp9.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a hint:&lt;br /&gt;it has something to with the girls in Hawaii! ;)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;yup...&lt;br /&gt;those guys are damn hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to Klang tomorrow! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-5052262307785085756?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5052262307785085756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=5052262307785085756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5052262307785085756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5052262307785085756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-guys.html' title='Hey Guys!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-1236601678677658143</id><published>2009-01-04T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:03:41.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Definition of SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>do you know the &lt;i&gt;true&lt;/i&gt; meaning of &lt;u&gt;school&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331638gd6376o1zp.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you! &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331690lxd66wqila.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S- School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C- can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H- harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O- our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O- otak (brain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L- literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;how many of you agree with me?&lt;br /&gt;if you do, copy and paste this in your blog... or in your profile! &lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331695r6nz4zs4x4.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;PS: I made it myself! &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1092/1092177yqsg41tsar.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool, huh? &lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/281/281078v3iirhg9dq.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-1236601678677658143?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1236601678677658143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=1236601678677658143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1236601678677658143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1236601678677658143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/01/definition-of-school.html' title='Definition of SCHOOL'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-2158478400951195627</id><published>2009-01-01T22:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:01:49.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special fic'/><title type='text'>Chapter 5... Time Management...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ATTENTION!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this chapter is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;STRICTLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; rated &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PG-13&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;blame the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;colorful&lt;/span&gt; language... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“Where are they?” TenTen asked, tapping her right foot on the ground, obviously impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikamaru yawned. “They’ll come out sooner or later…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The problem is, they’re not!” Temari yelled at Shikamaru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn it, woman… no need to yell so loud…” Shikamaru muttered. Temari glared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go look for them,” Sasuke suggested. Everyone nodded and went to the corner that their friends went before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’re not here.” TenTen said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then, where do you think are they now?” Temari asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoya let out a big yawn and everyone turned to him. “&lt;i&gt;Sorry&lt;/i&gt; for being sleepy.” He mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What time did you sleep last night, anyway?” Temari asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“None of your business.” Was all he said. Temari seethed in anger. Had it been not for TenTen, there would be a World War III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Kyoya scratched his head, he tilted his head to the left. Tyre tracks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s the matter?” Sasuke asked. Kyoya just pointed to the tyre tracks. “Let’s follow the track,” TenTen said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anko slowly opened her eyes. “W-Where am I?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“About time you wake up…” Neji muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be inside a dark room, all &lt;i&gt;tied&lt;/i&gt; up!” Gaara said, well, &lt;i&gt;yelled&lt;/i&gt; would be the perfect word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;!” Neji turned to Sakura. “Why in the world did you chase after them!?” Neji screamed. “Why the fuck did &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; chase after &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; anyway!?” She yelled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the room was full of yelling noises, by Gaara and Anko and (obviously) Neji and Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up!” A guy who was in charge of taking care of them yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who fucking died and make you the fucking queen of the fucking world!?” She yelled back. Everyone in the room silently gaped at her. Sakura inwardly smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Y-You…” The guy stuttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Sakura smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damn… her and her colorful language…&lt;/i&gt; Anko thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mind your language, you damn shorty!” Neji roared. Mind if I tell you that Sakura is just &lt;i&gt;beside&lt;/i&gt; him? A vein popped on Sakura’s temple and she turned her body so that her back is facing Neji’s back. And then she did one thing that people didn’t have the nerve to do before: Pull. &lt;i&gt;Neji’s&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who the fuck are you calling shorty, you fucking old geezer!?” Sakura screamed into his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara couldn’t stand with the colorful language that Sakura had been using for the past few minutes and unconsciously yelled, “&lt;b&gt;LANGUAGE, YOU BRAT!!!&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, he didn’t…&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, he did…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all hell breaks loose, thanks to Gaara.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;gah...&lt;br /&gt;i think i put too many swear words...&lt;br /&gt;blame the 2a1 guys...&lt;br /&gt;they swear too much during school days...&lt;br /&gt;*groans*&lt;br /&gt;school's starting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of school,&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;MAY&lt;/i&gt; be busy (who doesn't... &gt;.&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;after school, which is like maybe 12.30 pm, 12.55 pm or maybe 1.20 pm,&lt;br /&gt;then the school will have a special after class for form 3 (for PMR)...&lt;br /&gt;but don't know what time does it start...&lt;br /&gt;asked Danny...&lt;br /&gt;he said depends...&lt;br /&gt;the problem is...&lt;br /&gt;i have another tuition...&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;b&gt;2.45&lt;/b&gt; until &lt;b&gt;5.45&lt;/b&gt; pm...&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn...&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; good at time-management games...&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in real life... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another damn...&lt;br /&gt;my ankle is &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; sprained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HOW&lt;/i&gt; am i supposed to &lt;u&gt;WALK&lt;/u&gt; home from school... T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-2158478400951195627?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2158478400951195627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=2158478400951195627' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2158478400951195627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2158478400951195627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-5-time-management.html' title='Chapter 5... Time Management...'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-8209961818909033640</id><published>2008-12-31T15:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:54:10.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>HitsuSaku!!! &lt;33</title><content type='html'>My recent obsession... X33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HITSUSAKU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVs9kpkepFI/AAAAAAAABKg/EGLm5xwLiPE/s1600-h/Hitsugaya_x_Sakura_Wallpaper_by_Nar.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVs9kpkepFI/AAAAAAAABKg/EGLm5xwLiPE/s320/Hitsugaya_x_Sakura_Wallpaper_by_Nar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285886287492850770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVs9kfa90cI/AAAAAAAABKY/gUjq707navQ/s1600-h/HitsuXsaku___wallpaper_by_NarutoxBl.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVs9kfa90cI/AAAAAAAABKY/gUjq707navQ/s320/HitsuXsaku___wallpaper_by_NarutoxBl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285886284768596418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't they just the cutest thing... XDD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;My fav fic about them (i just put the &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;funny&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; part &lt;b&gt;ONLY&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/1/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Through The Divide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/1/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ well... there's nothing funny in chap 1 because it's just a prologue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/2/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ same here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/3/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ At this point Naruto and Sai had been pulled up from the floor and healed by Shizune. “Not huh! Sakura-chan is just acting right now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renji raised an eyebrow at the ramen loving shinobi. “Really now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto nodded his head so fast that Shizune began to worry that he was going to give himself a concussion without the help of Tsunade or Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai decided to put his input in as well. “It’s true. Sakura’s acting has gotten dickless and myself to do just about anything she wants. Well, that and her inhuman mutant strength.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this Tsunade and Sakura had two rather large tick marks and began stretching their arms and cracking their knuckles. Sai, who at the moment was oblivious to this kept on talking about the two’s strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two kunoichi pulled back their arms and released them knocking the unsuspecting artist into a state of unconsciousness. A few people in the room sweat dropped at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/4/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ichigo sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past two minutes. This blond idiot wouldn’t stop talking about ramen. He had to admit it was good, but this kid was beyond obsessed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had woken up just a few minutes ago and had walked out of his room when he had asked Naruto what was for breakfast. The blonde shinobi had replied with a “Ramen!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hoped that this wasn’t going to be the only type of food that he was going to be eating while they were in Konoha. If he found out that it was, he was going to march straight over to Tsunade and demand that he be placed with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more minutes of hearing the spiky blonde go on about the different types of flavors of ramen that he adored so much, he had finally changed the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was short-lived and he began to drift back onto the topic of what some people might consider his obsession or drug. Ichigo then proceeded to bang his head on the table in front of him, muttering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why me? Why did I have to stay with this blonde idiot? Does the universe hate me?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/5/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ “Well, what if we double-teamed him and threw him into the river?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah! Then we can set off the trip wires so the berries drop.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have to say, this plan has made it onto my favorites.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I couldn’t agree with you more.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two began laughing. Renji, being the curious guy he is, walked up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is so funny up here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stopped laughing and Rukia smirked at Renji who had slung his arms around their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing that concerns you, baka.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renji looked at Rukia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I think it does.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stress mark appeared on Sakura’s head as she crossed her arms. She turned to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ever hear that curiosity killed the cat, nii-san?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at his sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course, who hasn’t?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rukia caught on to Sakura’s plot and joined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good. Then why are you taking the cat’s place Renji?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renji now had a ticked mark on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;b&gt;WHO ASKED YOU RUKIA?!&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;b&gt;WELL YOU SHOULDN’T JUMP INTO SOMEONE ELSE’S BUSINESS!&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ichigo began to incoherently rant about his ‘stupid oblivious partner’ and how he was stuck with a ‘pathetic excuse for a ninja.’ (AKA Naruto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WHAT’D YOU SAY, CARROT TOP?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that just blew Ichigo’s top off. The blonde had been pushing his luck all morning and he was officially out of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/6/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ -insert author's note here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/7/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ -insert some HitsuSaku fluff here- XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/8/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ -nothing funny here- XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/9/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ -Sakura practicing with her... zan-sth-...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/10/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ichigo walked over and also put his in the sink. Renji had walked into the living room, cup still in hand. Ichigo made his way into the living room not seeing Renji as he rounded the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renji at that moment had turned to empty the rest of his cup into the sink right as they collided. The cup became airborne while the two shinigami met the floor for the second time in the time span of a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watched in slow motion as the cup flew and spilt its contents across the couch. They exchanged glares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was going to sleep there!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well not anymore!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued to glare at each other. Rukia stood at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now what did you two do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes slightly widened and chorused, “Nothing!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rukia gave them a disbelieving look but returned to her room anyway wanting to get some well needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renji turned to Ichigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We need to clean this mess up before anyone comes downstairs.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichigo nodded and they got to work. Renji took the cup and put it in the sink and got out a few old towels while Ichigo got out a stain remover bottle from a nearby closet and they began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichigo sprayed the sofa’s cushion while Renji got a towel wet and rang out the extra water. He went into the living room and started to rub the sprayed area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through the process several times they managed to get the stain out of the fabric. Unfortunately, the couch wouldn’t be dry enough for Ichigo to sleep on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;End Flashback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what had landed him in his current situation. Renji shifted and was now laying across the bed with his legs resting on Ichigo. Ichigo glared at Renji’s feet that were dangerously close to his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘If he doesn’t move his feet in two seconds, I am going to kick him off of this bed.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately he wasn’t going to get that chance. Renji had retracted his feet only for him to stretch them out and push Ichigo off the bed instead. Ichigo glared at him from the floor. If you were to look from where Renji was, you would only see him from his eyes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That’s it. I’m going to the midget’s room.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got up and grabbed a pillow and blanket before he opened the door exiting the room. When Renji heard the door close he opened one eye and smirked. Everything was going according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied that he had done his part he could only hope that he had predicted their reactions correctly. With that he closed his eye and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/11/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The shinigami watched as his facial expression changed. Sasuke's group soon came into the clearing. He looked at the shinigami. “And who are all of you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rukia stepped forward, “Kuchiki Rukia, thirteenth division.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Matsumoto Rangiku, fuku taichou tenth division.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kurosaki Ichigo, human shinigami.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter could be heard from a red haired woman who had come into the clearing a few moments before. She fixed her glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Strawberry huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichigo smirked, “Actually it means one guardian.” Her amused expression promptly dropped and a Blue haired man chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You suck at making fun of people Karin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do not Suigetsu!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/12/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Renji was a little confused. What was Rukia telling Rangiku about before he had heard her say his name? He shrugged. Oh well, he could find out after this little ‘encounter’ with his little sister’s former teammate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to admit, even though he wasn’t happy when he found out that his sister and one of his superiors could now be in some sort of a romantic relationship, at least he knew that she would be safer than with a seated member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘And just because I’m her brother she’s now only allowed to have a serious romantic relationship with someone fuku taichou or higher.’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing his arms over his chest and nodding approvingly at his decision he realized something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘Wait! Than what happens if there isn’t anything between her and Hitsugaya-taichou and she were to go out with someone like Izuru or Shuuhei?’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘I hadn’t thought about that.’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Rukia smirked as the red-haired girl kept talking like that was going to make them cower in fear and runaway in the blink of an eye. Rangiku also shared a similar look, if anything they were about ready to burst out laughing at the kunoichi’s speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“-and then Sasuke-kun will be mine and all of you will either be left for the dead or cowering in fear and begging for Sasuke-kun’s mercy and I’ll tell him you aren’t worth it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn’t contain it anymore and busted out laughing. Karin looked appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME! I AM SERIOUS! FINE I’LL JUST TAKE CARE OF YOU BY MYSELF AND SASUKE-KUN WON’T HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU OR LISTEN TO YOUR PATHETIC VOICES ASKING FOR MERCY!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karin lost it and attacked. Rangiku used shunpo and was now behind her. Karin faulted and lost her balance throwing her to the right and taking a face plant in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/13/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ -insert HitsuSaku fluff here- &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4155069/14/Through_the_Divide"&gt;Chapter 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ “Sakura.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just received word from Yamamoto-taichou, he said that the hollow levels here are under control and said that we’re to return in two days.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura looked at him with determination in her eyes. “I’m going back home with you guys.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile crept onto his face. “Good, because I wasn’t going to let you stay here. I didn’t want to drag you kicking and screaming all the way back to Soul Society.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and replied cheekily, “You know me all to well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slightly rolled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;to be continued? XDD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO TIIIIIIIIME!!!!!!!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HitsuSaku's Song &lt;33: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQC3hsssw6o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQC3hsssw6o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qn8QVjNJZQs&amp;amp;hl=en&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/qn8QVjNJZQs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_2MkRvfJfvY&amp;amp;hl=en&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/_2MkRvfJfvY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;HitsuSaku!!! &lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1092/1092178ijjmh5xkgj.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne, ne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hitsugaya&lt;/i&gt; is the surname, right?&lt;br /&gt;hmm... &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331690lxd66wqila.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitsugaya Sakura...&lt;br /&gt;i like it!!! &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369220a3hjk9pcg9.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their love is forever~ &lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/281/281075w7632x3esc.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HITSUGAYA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SAKURA&lt;/span&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/5614445543377130295-8209961818909033640?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8209961818909033640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=8209961818909033640' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8209961818909033640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8209961818909033640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/hitsusaku-33.html' title='HitsuSaku!!! &lt;33'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVs9kpkepFI/AAAAAAAABKg/EGLm5xwLiPE/s72-c/Hitsugaya_x_Sakura_Wallpaper_by_Nar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-4091612093126400704</id><published>2008-12-30T01:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:46:49.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fics'/><title type='text'>Will You Be My Date? (EDITED)</title><content type='html'>chapter 6 of 'Will You Be My Date?'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“Your idea has got to be the most… &lt;i&gt;lamest&lt;/i&gt; I’ve ever heard!” Naruto yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara glared at him. “Say it again.” Naruto shivered and hide behind Shikamaru. Shikamaru pushed Naruto and he was met face to face with the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It might work,” Neji said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yosh! Let’s do it!” Naruto cheered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke just ‘hn’-ed and hoped that the plan will work.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;The guys entered a mall and into the food aisle. Then, they started to search for food in bento. “Teme! What about this!?” Naruto asked (yelled) to Sasuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke looked at the food that Naruto was holding in his hand and hit him on his head. “Dobe! Can’t you think of anything else besides ramen!?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto rubbed his head and moaned pitifully. “Ramen is good…” He muttered. The rest of the guys just rolled their eyes at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the others were busy searching for the ‘perfect’ bento, Sasuke was attracted to one bento. It was lilac and medium-sized. “That looks nice.” Shikamaru commented. Sasuke just nodded whilst took the bento. And then, they went to counter to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“Now, all what’s left is to write the note.” Neji said. “Sure thing.” Sasuke said. He took a piece of paper and a pen and started to write something on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto peered over Sasuke’s shoulders to read what he’s writing. “Get lost.” Sasuke muttered. “Aww… but I want to see what you write!!!” Naruto whined. Sasuke’s famous glare was the only thing that made Naruto sit still, without making noise… and eating ramen… for a few minutes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later, Sasuke was finished with the note and slid it inside the bento that he bought earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, who’s gonna give it to her?” Sasuke asked. The guys looked anywhere but Sasuke. Sasuke just sighed.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“Please?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Please.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For goodness sake’s Gaara, &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anko yelled. The guys hide behind Gaara (who shivered in fear). Yup… hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… Anyways, back to the story, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anko sighed at the scene in front of her. “Fine… but you owe me something after this is over!” The guys let out a relieved sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seriously, what’s so hard to give her a bento anyway?” Anko muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have no idea…&lt;/i&gt; The guys thought.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“Oy, Sakura!” Anko grinned. Sakura spun around. “Anko? What is it?” She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hora.” Anko handed Sakura the bento. “&lt;i&gt;Someone&lt;/i&gt; wanted to give you this.” She smirked. Sakura only blinked in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Sakura opened the bento that Anko had given to her by someone who wanted to give it to her (A/N: I don’t even know what I’m writing about… XD). “It looks nice.” Sakura smiled. “Itadakimasu!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could eat it, Naruto plopped down next to her. “Sakura-chan... you look beautiful today!” Naruto grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura took a deep breath and asked him, “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not…” Naruto said. “But it’s okay if you wanted to give it to me!” Before she responded to him, Naruto took her bento and started to eat the food. Sakura just sighed and tried her best to &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; to beat Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“So, did she read the note?” Was the first thing that Sasuke asked when Naruto came back. Naruto sheepishly grinned. “About that… I… &lt;i&gt;accidentally&lt;/i&gt;… ate the food and threw the bento away… ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke glared at Naruto so hard that if looks could kill, Naruto would have been turned to ashes by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; you.”&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;crossposted at &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4484590/6/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;-insert some PG-13 rated words here-...&lt;br /&gt;did you know that i &lt;i&gt;sprained&lt;/i&gt; my ankle this evening!?&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;i just received a phone call from my mom's friend just now (please note that it's 1.27 AM now)...&lt;br /&gt;she told me that her husband [who helped my parents took care of a plantation (given by my late grandfather to my mother) in Taiping] passed away at 9.3+ PM...&lt;br /&gt;he's like a grandfather to me...&lt;br /&gt;to all the Muslims who read this, please recite the Al-Fatihah to him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-4091612093126400704?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4091612093126400704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=4091612093126400704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/4091612093126400704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/4091612093126400704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-you-be-my-date.html' title='Will You Be My Date? (EDITED)'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-2087989151067767409</id><published>2008-12-26T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:07:38.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special fic'/><title type='text'>Chapter 4?</title><content type='html'>“Cool! What kind of restaurant is this?” Neji asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Italian&lt;/i&gt;, you genius…” Sakura muttered under her breath. Neji glared at Sakura and Sakura glared at him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, let’s drop the act and take a seat!” Temari cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had trouble with sitting because some people didn’t want to sit next to some other people. In the end, this is how it turned out: Gaara, Shikamaru, Temari, Sasuke, Sakura, Kyoya, TenTen, Neji and (unfortunately) Anko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have a feeling that this all is just a plan to get us together…” Gaara muttered. “Whatever, I still hate you, y’know…” Anko whispered to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May I take your order?” the waiter asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We didn’t even have the menu.” Shikamaru said. The waiter started to squirm. “I-I’ll go take the menu right away, sir.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikamaru sighed. “How troublesome.”&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“I love the food here!” Temari exclaimed. “Sure you do…” Sasuke said and turned to Sakura, “How was it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was… well… I like ramen better…” Sakura said, but continued eating dessert nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sakura, let’s go the ladies,” Temari said to her. Sakura stared at her. “Sure, whatever.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TenTen sighed.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“You know, I was wondering, since you planned to go out for dinner in this restaurant, who would pay for the food?” Gaara asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked at each other. “Don’t tell me you guys are not paying…” Anko sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just looked down on their lap or just looked anywhere but Gaara and Anko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine. I’ll pay for it.” Gaara groaned. And everyone sighed in relief. “You sure you can pay for all these?” Anko asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure I can.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is not a dinner for &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt;, this is a dinner for &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,” Anko said. “So? Besides, we can eat a lot more than this if we have dinner at this place, just the two of us.” Gaara smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I-Idiot!” Anko blushed and smacked Gaara’s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t have to smack me so hard…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that time, everyone could notice a tint of pink forming on Gaara’s cheek.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“Stay away from Sasuke.” Temari said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s not yours.” Sakura snorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know him longer than you do.” Temari glared at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, we’re just friends!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I repeat, stay away from him, or &lt;i&gt;else&lt;/i&gt;,” Temari gave her a warning and walked out from the ladies. Sakura glared at her back in return and decided that her next victim would be the blond-haired third year girl.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“What took you guys so long?” Anko asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Caught up in a middle of something…” Temari smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In the middle of something all right… (1)” Sakura mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The shorty got caught in a middle of something? Can you get out of it?” Neji smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s up with you, &lt;i&gt;Ji-chan&lt;/i&gt; (2)?” Sakura retorted back. Neji glared in return and they heard a chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you just… chuckle?” Gaara asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t.” Kyoya snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You? Chuckled? Gah! It’s too bad I didn’t bring my video camera!” Anko whined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m out of here…”&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“I think something bad is going to happen,” TenTen shivered. “Why would you say that?” Neji asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Idiot, look around you.” Sakura said and he did as what he was told. Dark lane and them alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, what’s that?” Gaara asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t know. I’m gonna check it out.” Anko said and went to an alley. “H-Hey! It’s dangerous!” Gaara said and ran after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oi!” Sakura yelled and ran after them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sakura! Hyuuga-senpai, go bring them back here!” TenTen pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neji sighed. &lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“What’s going on!?” Gaara yelled after seeing Anko was knocked out. Before Gaara could say another word, he was knocked out from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gaara-senpai!” Sakura screeched. The person who knocked Gaara out turned behind. Sakura stared at him in horror. In a few seconds, she was knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Next time, don’t just run away like that!” Neji panted. Before he could take in another breath, he was also knocked out cold by the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the person and his gang picked them up and put them in a truck. After a few minutes, they started to drive to a nearby place.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;(1): She meant by the love triangle... get it? 'In the middle of something'. XDD&lt;br /&gt;(2): Neji's name, &lt;i&gt;Ji&lt;/i&gt; from Neji, and add a '-chan' to it, you'll get 'Ji-chan', which means 'old man/grandfather'. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain asked me to complete the chapter yesterday... &lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/471/471644gkym6e3nfu.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finished somewhere at 2 am... &lt;br /&gt;and last night, she's even more annoying than ying... &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/613/613970ys7jg1sagg.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;going to Pasir Salak tomorrow!!! &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/429/429777zo2912lr15.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-2087989151067767409?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2087989151067767409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=2087989151067767409' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2087989151067767409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2087989151067767409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-4.html' title='Chapter 4?'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-2705881368405338497</id><published>2008-12-25T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:10:24.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special fic'/><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>chapter 3, finished!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying so hard to put as much humor in this chap... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;so, hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“So, are we set?” Temari asked. Everyone nodded. “I can’t wait for tonight!” She said cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the principal’s voice was heard from the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Will Haruno Sakura from class 1-A come to the principal’s office? I repeat, will Haruno Sakura from class 1-A come to the principal’s office? Thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the cafeteria stared at Sakura. Sakura just grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And while you’re at it, can you please return my dia-journal! My journal! I need it! Ahem, that’s all. Thank you. Have a nice day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I better get going. Don’t wanna keep him waiting…” Sakura sighed and got up from her sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Smell ya later! (1)” Sakura grinned and walked to the principal’s office.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“Ne, Anko, want to go out tonight?” Temari asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anko turned to look at her. “What for?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you know, bonding…?” Temari smiled and draped her arms around Anko’s shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anko sighed. “Fine… what time are we going?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At 8. Dress nicely!” Temari winked and went to her class. Anko just shook her head and went to her class.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“Oi, Gaara. Are you busy tonight?” Shikamaru whispered to Gaara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you’re asking me out, then I’m busy. I’m only interested in girls.” Gaara whispered back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikamaru scowled. “Who would want to go out with you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You two! This is a class, a place to study, not to talk!” their teacher scolded them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, sensei.” Both of the apologized and the teacher continued to teach the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like I was saying, we planned to go out tonight. Want to join us?” Shikamaru whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“’We’?” Gaara asked skeptically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The girls and us guys?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. Yeah, sure… whatever… what time?” Gaara asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“8. Dress nicely.” Shikamaru said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not a girl!” Gaara said, a bit too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You two! I thought I told you &lt;i&gt;no talking&lt;/i&gt;! Detention after class!” The teacher yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara and Shikamaru just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the teacher resumed his teaching. A few seconds later, Shikamaru and Gaara received a note from Kyoya, who was also in their class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look who’s talking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two guys snickered and the teacher glared at them.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“Oi… it’s already 8.15… where’s Sakura?” TenTen whined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How should we know? You’re her roommate!” Temari said. TenTen pouted. “TenTen, don’t mind Temari. Sooner or later, the shorty will come.” Neji comforted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a few (milli)seconds, Neji received a kick from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You were saying?” Sakura glared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hate you.” Neji muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Likewise.”&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“This is so cool!” Anko beamed and looked around the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s very elegant!” Temari smiled. Then, a maître’d came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Table for nine, please.” Gaara said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Since when did you become such a gentleman?” Anko snorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At least I’m not like the one in a dress.” Gaara smirked. Anko just glared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just sighed. This is going to be a looooong night.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;(1): if you watch or play Pokemon, it's Gary's version of 'See you later!'. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne, ying...&lt;br /&gt;very sorry leh...&lt;br /&gt;about yesterday and the day before yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i wanted to ignore you...&lt;br /&gt;but me and my cousin was playing a &lt;u&gt;FULL-SCREEN&lt;/u&gt; game...&lt;br /&gt;sorry arh??? ^o^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-2705881368405338497?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2705881368405338497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=2705881368405338497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2705881368405338497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2705881368405338497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-1490174901899696555</id><published>2008-12-24T17:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:26:12.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Yay!!! (EDITED)</title><content type='html'>ying made a fic for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;wee!!! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;it's an 1859 fic!!! =3&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://yingying-animemanga.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-fanfic.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to read.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Delicious 2 Deluxe&lt;/span&gt; and i've already completed &lt;i&gt;ALL&lt;/i&gt; the levels... =3&lt;br /&gt;oh no, i'm not bragging... =3&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;changed my blog song!!! =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's Save You by Simple Plan!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;this song is an 1859 song!!!&lt;br /&gt;based on my fic,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4622128/1/Save_You"&gt;Save You&lt;/a&gt; and this pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVH-ayLHd_I/AAAAAAAABKQ/-a8OSoP4gaA/s320/hibagoku28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283283573980755954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOOOOOVE 1859!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;To Aru Majutsu no Index ep 12 is out!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;click&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-509682/To-Aru-Majutsu-no-Index-Episode-12.html#showmedia_viewer_module=media_id%3D509682%26tab%3Dinfo"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to watch!!! =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-1490174901899696555?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1490174901899696555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=1490174901899696555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1490174901899696555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1490174901899696555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay.html' title='Yay!!! (EDITED)'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVH-ayLHd_I/AAAAAAAABKQ/-a8OSoP4gaA/s72-c/hibagoku28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-6851519291895218340</id><published>2008-12-23T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:56:25.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>The Triplets</title><content type='html'>The Triplets in the anime world!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stiyl Magnus&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Aru Maju&lt;/span&gt;tsu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no Index:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVBSyWz6c1I/AAAAAAAABJo/lBiZkc7kHBE/s1600-h/stiyl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVBSyWz6c1I/AAAAAAAABJo/lBiZkc7kHBE/s320/stiyl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282813387975848786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hiroshi Nakano &lt;/span&gt;from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gravitation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVBSyohbI9I/AAAAAAAABJw/3Wcyi94hHcs/s1600-h/03ee281b.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVBSyohbI9I/AAAAAAAABJw/3Wcyi94hHcs/s320/03ee281b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282813392730137554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gojyo &lt;/span&gt;from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saiyuki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVBSy1NnbTI/AAAAAAAABJ4/UfHxnhFEtHI/s1600-h/port_gojyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVBSy1NnbTI/AAAAAAAABJ4/UfHxnhFEtHI/s320/port_gojyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282813396136717618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-6851519291895218340?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6851519291895218340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=6851519291895218340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/6851519291895218340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/6851519291895218340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/triplets.html' title='The Triplets'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SVBSyWz6c1I/AAAAAAAABJo/lBiZkc7kHBE/s72-c/stiyl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-9096981214971104708</id><published>2008-12-21T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:27:31.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>How Tiring!!! @@</title><content type='html'>i went to Taiping this morning...&lt;br /&gt;the journey was t-i-r-i-n-g....&lt;br /&gt;and i was feeling dizzy right after that...&lt;br /&gt;but the power of food kept me alive!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;piccies!!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SU5OsCXrUZI/AAAAAAAABJA/rKFA4KBPoOM/s1600-h/CIMG0658.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SU5OsCXrUZI/AAAAAAAABJA/rKFA4KBPoOM/s320/CIMG0658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282245931409559954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(owls dating??? @@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SU5OsycVGVI/AAAAAAAABJI/Xp3rtiUkYns/s1600-h/CIMG0673.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SU5OsycVGVI/AAAAAAAABJI/Xp3rtiUkYns/s320/CIMG0673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282245944313977170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(man...i sure am glad that the deers didn't eat me... i mean, look at my blouse! all leaf-y....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SU5OtGJbQ4I/AAAAAAAABJQ/lV22Mwp7TL0/s1600-h/CIMG0679.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SU5OtGJbQ4I/AAAAAAAABJQ/lV22Mwp7TL0/s320/CIMG0679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282245949603398530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(looks like a snake's head, right???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SU5OtgL_IvI/AAAAAAAABJY/R1go8OFl74A/s1600-h/CIMG0684.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SU5OtgL_IvI/AAAAAAAABJY/R1go8OFl74A/s320/CIMG0684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282245956593459954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(wow... love sure do blooms in zoo today.... XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SU5OuZv5fXI/AAAAAAAABJg/OGbyz3NSX6Y/s1600-h/CIMG0689.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SU5OuZv5fXI/AAAAAAAABJg/OGbyz3NSX6Y/s320/CIMG0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282245972044905842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(XDD!!! i'm glad that the snake didn't eat me... i sure do hope that the snake didn't think me as a zebra.... ZDD)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;the journey to go back home was like, heaven... =3&lt;br /&gt;i slept right after i read GEMPAK and i woke up somewhere at Kg. Acheh... @@&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i hate going to Taiping....&lt;br /&gt;but it's all worth it... &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;almost forgot sth...&lt;br /&gt;i bought something for ain and ying... =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-9096981214971104708?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/9096981214971104708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=9096981214971104708' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/9096981214971104708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/9096981214971104708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-tiring.html' title='How Tiring!!! @@'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SU5OsCXrUZI/AAAAAAAABJA/rKFA4KBPoOM/s72-c/CIMG0658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-532410302418996312</id><published>2008-12-20T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:13:11.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Wee!!!</title><content type='html'>haha!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;me and my 'wee!!!'!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;later i'm going to the cinema!!!&lt;br /&gt;my mom and my dad are gonna watch a kung-fu movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;while me and my cousins are gonna watch Cicakman 2!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;we're going to Zoo Taiping!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i used a lot of '!!!' didn't i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-532410302418996312?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/532410302418996312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=532410302418996312' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/532410302418996312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/532410302418996312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/wee.html' title='Wee!!!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-3842178292964743807</id><published>2008-12-19T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:29:46.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special fic'/><title type='text'>Chapter 2!!!...dane XDD</title><content type='html'>that 'dane' thing cracks me up! XDD&lt;br /&gt;well, if you watch/read PoT, then maybe you'll know what i'm talking about... :D&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;here it is!&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2!&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“TenTen, what do you think of Gaara-senpai and Anko-senpai?” Sakura asked while getting ready to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They look cute together... But too bad they don’t realize it... I’m getting sick of their antics...” TenTen sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Want to pair them up?” Sakura suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TenTen turned to look at Sakura. “Are you kidding me!? They’ll &lt;i&gt;kill&lt;/i&gt; us!!!” TenTen exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura climbed onto her bed and smirked. “A few pranks won’t kill anyone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TenTen just sighed. What has possessed her to be Sakura’s friend?&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;The next morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you told the other girls about the plan?” TenTen asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Haven’t...” Sakura mumbled and tied her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she bumped into Neji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“H-Hyuuga-senpai!” TenTen blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn it! Look at where you’re going, shorty!” Neji said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why you little!” Sakura was about to strangle Neji if it wasn’t for Temari who held Sakura back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Temari-senpai!” Sakura bawled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, now, Sakura. It’s not nice for you to kill someone older than you,” Sasuke said and draped her hands around Sakura’s shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temari glared a little but maintained her cool composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Temari-senpai, do you want your brother and Anko-senpai to be together?” TenTen asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure!” Temari chirped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s a great idea!” Sasuke said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura stiffened. “Didn’t Kazunari-senpai tell you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not in the same room as him, so I don’t know.” Shikamaru yawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He didn’t tell me. He came back &lt;i&gt;pretty&lt;/i&gt; late last night...” Sasuke said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Must’ve forgotten,” Kyoya said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on, let’s go to the cafeteria and plan on how to make them together!” Temari cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke dragged Sakura to the cafeteria. “Come on!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sasuke-senpai!” Sakura yelled. Kyoya stiffened. &lt;i&gt;Since when did they call each other by their first name?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other just ran after them, laughing except for Temari who glared at Sakura the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;They found a table to sit and went to it. It’s a good thing that the cafeteria was not crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, what’s the plan?” Shikamaru asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest just looked at each other whispered among themselves. Shikamaru sighed. &lt;i&gt;How troublesome...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I got an idea! Listen...” TenTen said and whispered the plan to her friends.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;gah!!!&lt;br /&gt;my English is getting suckier and &lt;i&gt;suckier&lt;/i&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;credits to ying who helped me... &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-3842178292964743807?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3842178292964743807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=3842178292964743807' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/3842178292964743807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/3842178292964743807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-2dane-xdd.html' title='Chapter 2!!!...dane XDD'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-2918841185868500806</id><published>2008-12-18T21:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:21:26.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special fic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Ze Fic XDD</title><content type='html'>A fic requested by my BFF, Ain! :D&lt;br /&gt;sorry if it's &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; short!!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;------ &lt;br /&gt;Title: &lt;i&gt;I Hate You But I Love You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Anko and Gaara hated each other. Can their friends make them together?&lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Gaara x Anko, Neji x TenTen, &lt;s&gt;Shikamaru x Temari, Sasuke x Temari, Sasuke x Sakura, Kyoya x Sakura&lt;/s&gt; ShikaTemaSasuSakuKyo (nice one! ^^)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“Gaara! Look at what you’ve done to my scrapbook!” Anko screeched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me!? &lt;i&gt;Me&lt;/i&gt;!? &lt;i&gt;You’re&lt;/i&gt; the one that pours water on your scrapbook!” Gaara yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But it was &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; who put the water there!” Anko yelled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gah! I hate you!” Both of them yelled at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hate both of them...” Shikamaru muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ditto...” Kyoya said.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“Is your brother and Anko at it again?” Sasuke asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah… if only they can just be friends...” Temari smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And what? Get married?” Sasuke joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That might happen.” Temari snickered.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;These 6 friends, excluding their 3 juniors, were studying in Konoha High School, also a boarding school. Gaara and Temari were siblings. Temari was very close with Anko, but Anko hated Gaara and vice versa for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s continue with the story, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“Seriously, dude. Just be friends with her. We hate it when you quarrel with her...” Sasuke said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who?” Gaara asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You and Anko,” Shikamaru said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara turned to him and glared, “Do not use my name and hers in a same sentence.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikamaru just rolled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were walking in silence when suddenly Kyoya turned to enter the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are you going?” Gaara asked. Kyoya just pointed to the sign which said ‘Library’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke snickered. “Nice answer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have something to do. Just go without me,” Kyoya said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever.”&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;“And they yelled at each other!”  Temari said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really...?” TenTen asked, not interested in what Temari was talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temari pouted. “Yeah!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can we &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt; not talk about that?” Anko asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure!” Temari chirped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, isn’t that Hyuuga-senpai?” Sakura asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, Neji!” Anko waved at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neji turned to Anko and TenTen blushed. Temari saw what happened and smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neji jogged to them and chatted with Anko. A few seconds later, he turned to TenTen. TenTen blushed even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“TenTen, is it?” Neji asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TenTen nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re in the same class with ‘&lt;i&gt;The Mighty Prankster&lt;/i&gt;’, right?” Neji asked and sneered at Sakura when he said ‘The Mighty Prankster’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before TenTen could answer, Sakura kicked Neji, hard. Neji fell on the floor, moaning in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get lost, Hyuuga-&lt;i&gt;senpai&lt;/i&gt;,” Sakura said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sakura, that’s not nice to say to your senpai,” Anko said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever, I’m out of here...” Sakura said and left them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you okay?” Temari asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah... I’m fine...” Neji sarcastically said while rubbing his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“...”&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;At the library:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura was standing next to a shelf, searching for a reference book. When she found one, she took it and saw someone on the other side of the shelf. So she went to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazunari-senpai?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoya looked down and saw Sakura. “Sakura, what are you doing here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Borrowing a book?” She answered and gave him an ‘isn’t-it-obvious’ look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoya turned back to the book he was reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura fidgeted at the hem of her shirt. “Senpai.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it?” Kyoya asked, not turning away from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did... Anko-senpai and Gaara-senpai fight again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah... what about it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you think... we can... umm...-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pair them up?” Kyoya asked, still not looking away from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah!” Sakura blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure... I’ll tell the guys...” Kyoya said and closed the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, see you later.” He continued and walked to the counter to borrow the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura sighed. “Way to go...” She muttered.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;....what a &lt;i&gt;lame&lt;/i&gt; title....&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;i made a gif image this evening! :D&lt;br /&gt;wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll179/prankster94/silverpair-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;and To Aru Majutsu no Index ep 11 is out!!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;click&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-506932/To-Aru-Majutsu-no-Index-Episode-11.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to watch! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-2918841185868500806?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2918841185868500806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=2918841185868500806' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2918841185868500806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2918841185868500806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/fic-requested-by-my-bff-ain-d-sorry-if.html' title='Ze Fic XDD'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-5033463044443310072</id><published>2008-12-15T12:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:52:48.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BL'/><title type='text'>DaKen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXxxDAcq1I/AAAAAAAABGo/7dh6LwQEBwg/s1600-h/dakenbannerac0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXxxDAcq1I/AAAAAAAABGo/7dh6LwQEBwg/s320/dakenbannerac0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279891963084843858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;SILVER PAIR&lt;/i&gt; continues to burn with love!!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;now, i supposed you don't know what 'DaKen' means, do you?&lt;br /&gt;well... DaKen means = &lt;i&gt;Da&lt;/i&gt;te Koji, Kamakari &lt;i&gt;Ken&lt;/i&gt;ta&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer Date as uke though... &gt;.0&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;some fics!!!&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;okay...these are just drabbles...&lt;br /&gt;i just picked the funny one... XDD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flickering&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008 - Whiskey and Rum&lt;br /&gt;“I can taste the whiskey you drank,” Kouji murmured as he moaned into the kiss and let Kenken take control, not hearing Kenken’s soft chuckle as he told Kouji that it was rum, not whiskey, and that he was weak when it comes to alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011 - Birthday&lt;br /&gt;“And now for your birthday present, Kenken, Kouji will strip for you!” Kazuki announced as Kouji stared at the cheering audience, eyes wide, as Kenken burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013 - Bias&lt;br /&gt;“Of course Kouji is a great actor! He’s also a good dancer...and singer...and tennis player! He’s the perfect Choutarou!” Kenken gushed, making the rest of the Hyoutei actors roll their eyes and the reporter stifle a giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;014 - Burning&lt;br /&gt;“Kouji, I can’t wait to taste your cooking,” Kenken murmured as he leaned over to give Kouji a warm, thorough kiss that lasted for a few minutes until Kouji finally ended it and asked, “Do you smell something burning?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015 - Breathing&lt;br /&gt;“You’re not doing your job! Stop kissing Kouji and let me give the CPR!” Kenken shouted at the lifeguard who saved Kouji from drowning, not noticing that Kouji had regained consciousness on his own and was coughing up sea water as he watched Kenken beat the crap out of the diligent lifeguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020 - Bane&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Kamakari Kenta, TeniMyu’s Shishido with Kouji’s Choutarou,” Kenken roughly said as he introduced himself to Shishido’s actor after their taping for Cinepuri, before dragging Kouji away to sit with him on the extras’ bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024 - Quarrel&lt;br /&gt;“Who says we don’t quarrel?” Kenken said when asked why the Silver Pair from TeniMyu never seemed to disagree, and added, “Sometimes, we debate about who will be on top for the night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;042 - Neutral&lt;br /&gt;“I guess I’m kinda...the middle part?” Kouji sheepishly answered when Aoyagi asked him if he was seme or uke to Kenken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049 - Victory&lt;br /&gt;“Top tonight ~” Kouji grinned as he waved his fist around amidst the cheering from the group, smirking at Kenken who was staring at his scissors-formed hand with disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050 - Defeat&lt;br /&gt;“So what? Being bottom is good, too...it doesn’t matter...yeah, it doesn’t,” Kenken kept muttering to himself after losing the jan-ken-pon round with Kouji, making the rest of the cast snicker and gossip among themselves like housewives.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do You Remember?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ne, Kouji, do you remember the other day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has not moved from where I left him in front of the TV, five minutes ago. He is leaning on the sofa’s armrest, his chin on his hand. When I speak to him, several seconds pass until he finally understands. I see soon a glint of amusement in his eyes. But when he notices my smile, his eyes blink nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenta-kun… The thing that happened the other day…"&lt;br /&gt;"Tssss, tssss, be quiet. That’s done now."&lt;br /&gt;"But…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yosh, it’s started. He seems panicked now, so willing to fly away. He knows that I want him to pay for the other day, but I know that he has no idea what to expect.. Will I go easy, or will I play hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like I didn’t like what happened the other day. But I really don’t like to be the victim. No, no, it must have been my fault that day. He caught me at my own game, and I absolutely can’t stand staying on a defeat. But… Is defeat really the right way to put it? It was not a war, and neither one of us was really victorious then anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he thinks otherwise though. He thinks that he got me, and sometimes, I can see in his eyes the look of winner, and it gives me butterflies in my stomach. His youth and his inexperience make him believe he is number one now, but he hasn’t seen what I’m capable of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenta-kun…"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember what you read then? Good. I have another one for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something that will always amuse me about him - even if he knows he’s going to regret it, he  always does what I say; he won’t tell me no. I just hope he doesn’t do this with everyone.  Everyone in this world is not so careful and honest like me, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open the door to my room and step in. I let Kouji enter after me and close the door. He is surprised at first by the noise of the key in the lock, but his eyes are soon caught by what is lying on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamakari… What are…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come up to him. I had to stretch to reach his ear, and almost lost my balance. I whisper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You told me the other day that you wanted to try this, right?"&lt;br /&gt;I must not laugh. I must not laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see his chest heaving quickly, and his cheeks couldn’t be any more red.. His eyes are opened wide, but he’s blinking too often to hide his unease..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently, I move to the bed, and tell him to follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well, I tell him when he doesn’t move, you were not such a prude last time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks shocked now. But he has not seen anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed so confident, the other day. It was one of the rare times that I saw him so serious. For a few minutes, I was even afraid. Afraid of where it could lead us. Would our friendship survive? I finally found out that I was wondering too much. I’m may be a perv, but Kouji is innocent. And naïve too, to believe I was going to let him win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much effort, I bring him to the bed. He can’t stop looking at the objects I’ve placed there, ignoring what he knows I’m going to do with them, but imagining a lot of things, I’m sure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenta-kun… You don’t plan to do like in that book, ne, where Shishido ties up Choutarou and…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice leaves, and my lips stay open. Many long seconds pass before I can recover from this news. Kouji reads doujinshi too, and not the soft ones. Has Prince of Tennis corrupted us so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refrain from shaking my head, and just smile, looking satisfied. At least now, I won’t have to provide all of the details. It would have been embarrassing I think… Especially for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don’t know what surprises me the most. The fact that Kouji actually reads doujinshi or the fact that he lets me tie him up. He must really trust me, or maybe he thinks I’ll stop before things get out of hand. I prefer believing that he trusts me. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch him for a few seconds. He looks like a little rabbit caught in a trap, his hands tied up above his head, looking desperately for a way to escape. Or is it something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up, still smiling. I can feel his eyes on me while I rummage in my drawer. But when he feels my weight on the bed again, he closes his eyes in anticipation. He stops breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little click, a flash, and his eyes open again. He must be wondering what’s happening. His eyes travel from my face to my hands, and then from my hands to my face. His mouth opens and closes, but he makes no sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I sell this picture on Yahoo, do you think I could make a decent profit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes widen, and his mouth stays open for several seconds, and then suddenly, he starts laughing. I watch his body relax as he finally understands. He’s really cute like this. He seems happy, and relieved. It’s during moments like this that I realize I can do this kind of thing only with him. Because I know he would never take it the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… Do I interrupt his good mood now by telling him I lost the keys to the handcuffs?&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reasons for Everything&lt;/i&gt; (i cut the beginning part because there's NO Silver Pair... XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The less dedicated actors who either could not think of anything to do for the adlibs or were just plain reluctant to act yaoish in front of the crowd soon left. Shirota wanted to surf the Internet more, after accidentally stumbling upon a Yahoo! Japan auction that sold Shirota/Aiba doujinshi, but Aiba dragged him towards the nearest convenience store by the ear. Only Kamakari and Date were left in the dressing room, with Kenken clicking random websites and Kouji humming to himself as they thought of stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m hungry,” Kenken complained as he finally gave up and sat beside Kouji on the rather beat-up sofa. He watched Kouji read through a music magazine. “I’m hungry,” he repeated, a little whiny this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kouji looked up and made a face. “But you aren’t attending practice tomorrow. We need to come up with stuff to do now. I don’t want to lose face next rehearsal when Ueshima-san asks for our part.” He continued reading the magazine. “I’m trying to see if we could use something in this J-rock magazine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What could we use there?” Kenken wanted to know. “I can probably sing rock, yeah. Would that actually be interesting?” He made pouting expressions and gave up when Kouji took no notice of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Silly. I didn’t mean that. I mean fanservice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh.” Kenken knew that term. He remembered it mentioned during their Princess Princess D orientation. Fanservice was important. It was what attracted fans in the first place. He also knew that their pair, dubbed as the Silver Pair, should show a lot of fanservice. It looked like the Shishido/Ohtori pair was popular among the audience, considering they all squealed loudly during Hyoutei Myu even though Kouji was just tying Kenken’s shoestrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kouji eyed Kenken warily when he moved closer. “What?” he asked, closing his magazine which did not provide any useful tip at all. “Have you thought of something?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” Kenken said, prolonging the ‘e’ to a lazy drawl, “I was thinking we could just...you know, act natural.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hm?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenken crept closer and tugged Kouji’s collar. “I said we could act normally. Normally as in, like on a living room couch on a Saturday while watching my idol DVD.” That being said, Kenken leaned and gave Kouji a chaste kiss on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kouji’s initial reaction was to open his eyes and check if the door was open. It wasn’t. “Idiot, don’t do that here!” he scolded Kenken. “Someone might come in!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Someone’s always coming in on us so why should we care now?” Kenken remarked and kept his hand on Kouji’s collar. “Since the issue is about being all over each other anyway.” He changed his position and knelt on the sofa to give Kouji another kiss, a longer one. This time, Kouji dropped his defenses and melted into the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the drew apart to catch their breaths, Kouji managed to croak. “No way! Ueshima-san would kill us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, we could make it a near-kiss, but that’s so Tezuka and Atobe,” Kenken explained. “So let’s just make it a real kiss then. We’ll just say it’s for erm...informative purposes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Infomative like what?” Kouji asked, inching away from Kenken and leaning on the sofa’s armrest. “How to kiss or something?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenken thought for a while and shook his head. “Like...do you know why Shishido’s cap is worn that way?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” Kouji felt the question leave his lips and he highly regretted it. He sort of knew what the answer was. “Ah...never mind. I...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenken grinned and tacklde him, silencing him with another kiss. “It’s to make kissing easier, Kouji. Especially since Ohtori’s taller. Haven’t you thought of that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kouji knew Kenken would insert kissing somewhere. This guy was a kissing whore. He would try kissing Kouji whenever opportunity came, in any place, time or number of spectators. “I don’t know if that’s the real reason,” he said, sitting up straight when Kenken let him go. “Don’t make excuses to kiss me. I mean...you can’t even explain why Ohtori always wears a white shirt instead of his Hyoutei uniform under his jersey.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course I know the reason!” Kenken said with much confidence. He crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s because the Hyoutei uniform becomes dirty even before practice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why would...” Kouji suddenly realized the reason behind Kenken’s stupid smirk. He playfully threw a small stuffed toy (owned by someone) at Kenken. “Idiot!” He thought of other questions to make Kenken admit defeat. “Then...why is Shishido always rugged-looking during practice?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because...he and Ohtori like it rough?” After another toy was thrown at him, he laughed and changed his answer. “Well, maybe it’s from the too much running. Or training.” It was his turn to ask. “Then my turn. Why is Ohtori’s hair white?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I-I don’t know...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenken grinned and menacingly held Kouji’s hands. “Oi! Oi! Come up with a creative answer!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know!” Kouji said amidst fits of giggles. Kenken started tickling him and did not stop even if they both fell on the linoleum-covered floor. “STOP!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“NO! Tell me a good reason!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kouji couldn’t barely speak from laughing too hard. “I said I don’t know!” he interjected and tried tickling Kenken back. He pinpointed Kenken’s ticklish spots, and soon, both of them were rolling on the floor, their legs knocking chairs over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wonder if Kenken and Kouji-kun’s planned adlib is a roll in the hay,” someone asked loudly from the doorway. Both Kenken and Kouji looked up and saw Shirota standing by the now-open door, hands on his waist. Behind him, Aiba was sipping some chocolate drink with a straw, his cheeks slightly flushed from witnessing the little scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kouji quickly got up from his position on the floor and dusted his clothes, refusing to meet Shirota’s eyes. Kenken sat up but did not panic, though. “And what’s it to you if we make out on stage?” he challenged, smirking at Shirota, not minding Kouji’s dagger stares on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirota crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, I would mind because that is my and Aiba-chan’s plan. And if you steal it...OW!” He bent down to caress his leg. Aiba must have kicked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you guys doing here anyway?” Kouji shyly asked as he straightened the room. “Lunch break isn’t over yet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah that!” Shirota came in and made himself welcome. Aiba followed him, holding onto the hem of his shirt, as if afraid to be accused of snooping on the other two. “We’re going to check our mail in Takumi-san’s laptop.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kouji and Kenken sat back on the sofa and watched the other two sit down in front of the laptop. As Kouji picked his discarded magazine again, he felt Kenken’s fingers dancing on his nape. “Kenta-kun!” he urgently whispered. Kenken merely grinned and continued to let his fingers go wherever they can reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Aiba-chan. You’ve got a free coupon of half a dozen of Victoria Secret Underwear! Let’s go...OUCH!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up! You’re supposed to delete spam, not entertain them!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you have that Viagra ad, too! I have, like...tons of these...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just delete it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Shirota and Aiba fought over which e-mail to delete and which to keep (including Shirota whining about Nagayan’s email to Aiba), Kouji sighed with relief. It was good they’re busy, since Kenken’s starting to let his fingers wander near Kouji’s waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending another glare to Kenken’s direction (and earning a grin from him because Kenken knew Kouji wouldn’t throw a fit with other people around), Kouji realized he knew why Ohtori’s hair is white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hair turned white from worrying about Shishido and his pranks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with none of them actually able to plan anything. Shirota cheered them all up, saying the script will just come naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was probably right...for reasons known only to each of them.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Official Site Close Up Interview: Saitou Takumi | Aoyagi Ruito | Kamakari Kenta | Date Kouji&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--What are your impressions of the Rokkaku members?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 51);"&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt;: I did some tennis with the Rokkaku members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kamakari&lt;/span&gt;: I was really moved by that, ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 51);"&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt;: Oh hush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kamakari&lt;/span&gt;: Let me tell it. When I heard that Kouji was doing independant tennis practice with Rokkaku, I thought "I'll have to go too", and without asking anyone if I could, I went. But, if I just went like it was normal that would be no good, so it had to be like I was going to do tennis by chance and met them. Like "Huh? You Rokkaku guys are here too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;Saitou&lt;/span&gt;: What kind of line is that? (grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kamakari&lt;/span&gt;: When I heard about that, I felt Kouji's love, ne. I was moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;Saitou&lt;/span&gt;: How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXxxd8zvSI/AAAAAAAABG4/yWUFoy98s64/s1600-h/p_08_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXxxd8zvSI/AAAAAAAABG4/yWUFoy98s64/s320/p_08_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279891970317335842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Kenken's looking at Date!!!! X33)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kenken's Reign and Defeat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3tBtuqH79A&amp;amp;hl=en&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/z3tBtuqH79A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;in the end, he was defeated by his own &lt;s&gt;LOVER&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;partner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;('manga' version of the game... since we didn't know what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; happen to those two.. &lt;33 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyHcsKoTI/AAAAAAAABHY/gY82JSIKUhw/s1600-h/Tenimyu_Dojin_JANkenPON_miSerY_by_AcherontiaStyx_larva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyHcsKoTI/AAAAAAAABHY/gY82JSIKUhw/s320/Tenimyu_Dojin_JANkenPON_miSerY_by_AcherontiaStyx_larva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892347936219442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUX28GUQZvI/AAAAAAAABI4/1IVJ44cl0qE/s1600-h/00137kap.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUX28GUQZvI/AAAAAAAABI4/1IVJ44cl0qE/s320/00137kap.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279897650509932274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the guy on the right is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kato Kazuki [Atobe], and the left is Date Koji [Ohtori Choutarou], the  last pic is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obviously &lt;/span&gt;Kamakari Kenta [Shishido Ryou]!!!)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Combination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyHXosoOI/AAAAAAAABHg/ie5PIstohJw/s1600-h/vlcsnap80333ia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyHXosoOI/AAAAAAAABHg/ie5PIstohJw/s320/vlcsnap80333ia3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892346579493090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyHSBKIAI/AAAAAAAABHo/goxRDm5G71A/s1600-h/vlcsnap81168ss9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyHSBKIAI/AAAAAAAABHo/goxRDm5G71A/s320/vlcsnap81168ss9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892345071476738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyHlXWSLI/AAAAAAAABHw/3EUAQVD-dTU/s1600-h/vlcsnap81217qv0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyHlXWSLI/AAAAAAAABHw/3EUAQVD-dTU/s320/vlcsnap81217qv0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892350264821938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hyotei vs Seigaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyq9HEJ_I/AAAAAAAABIY/q07MXWOhlj0/s1600-h/vlcsnap238520si6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyq9HEJ_I/AAAAAAAABIY/q07MXWOhlj0/s320/vlcsnap238520si6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892957934397426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXy_bQDXDI/AAAAAAAABIg/uO4-DA7IYuc/s1600-h/vlcsnap247613gp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXy_bQDXDI/AAAAAAAABIg/uO4-DA7IYuc/s320/vlcsnap247613gp8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279893309622541362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXy_ln_3KI/AAAAAAAABIo/6K70h_hBuA8/s1600-h/vlcsnap249706yv9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXy_ln_3KI/AAAAAAAABIo/6K70h_hBuA8/s320/vlcsnap249706yv9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279893312407329954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rokkakumyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXypwKbMnI/AAAAAAAABH4/8oZ9x-SjMk4/s1600-h/vlcsnap159316jl6.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXypwKbMnI/AAAAAAAABH4/8oZ9x-SjMk4/s320/vlcsnap159316jl6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892937278960242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyqFWAkhI/AAAAAAAABIA/L4VlXbNEnho/s1600-h/vlcsnap167037fr0.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyqFWAkhI/AAAAAAAABIA/L4VlXbNEnho/s320/vlcsnap167037fr0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892942964691474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyqLTeYLI/AAAAAAAABII/L6G1lI_1BrU/s1600-h/vlcsnap167770vk3.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyqLTeYLI/AAAAAAAABII/L6G1lI_1BrU/s320/vlcsnap167770vk3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892944564674738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyqkVzbFI/AAAAAAAABIQ/_HgmE4dIz94/s1600-h/vlcsnap168265ue1.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyqkVzbFI/AAAAAAAABIQ/_HgmE4dIz94/s320/vlcsnap168265ue1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892951285328978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Err... Backstage of -insert title of Tenimyu here-...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXxxhUVNsI/AAAAAAAABHA/ADrOsw5Wzbo/s1600-h/s320x240.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXxxhUVNsI/AAAAAAAABHA/ADrOsw5Wzbo/s320/s320x240.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279891971221305026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXxxqIjSbI/AAAAAAAABHI/tQehp2KQP1Y/s1600-h/s320x240+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXxxqIjSbI/AAAAAAAABHI/tQehp2KQP1Y/s320/s320x240+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279891973587814834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(they looked like they're kissing!!! *dies of happiness*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyG0jRHjI/AAAAAAAABHQ/h9GhO_r_F80/s1600-h/s320x240+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXyG0jRHjI/AAAAAAAABHQ/h9GhO_r_F80/s320/s320x240+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279892337161477682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXy_rK7t5I/AAAAAAAABIw/-McnV17NpJ0/s1600-h/falco.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXy_rK7t5I/AAAAAAAABIw/-McnV17NpJ0/s320/falco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279893313896036242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what a coincidence!!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Good Combination&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/apo7Fy-5ntI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/apo7Fy-5ntI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Silver Pair made my day... XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-5033463044443310072?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5033463044443310072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=5033463044443310072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5033463044443310072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5033463044443310072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/daken.html' title='DaKen'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUXxxDAcq1I/AAAAAAAABGo/7dh6LwQEBwg/s72-c/dakenbannerac0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-4035460264166960715</id><published>2008-12-12T11:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:36:37.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>PSI-Missing</title><content type='html'>i downloaded PSI-Missing full version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1092/1092177yqsg41tsar.gif" width=50 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/&gt;どこに居てもこの思いは揺るがない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;胸をチクリと刺す痛み&lt;br /&gt;それを嘲笑う傍観者達へ&lt;br /&gt;背を向け行く&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然の苦しみを運命が誘う&lt;br /&gt;震えだす足が覚えてる．．．確信に&lt;br /&gt;幻想だけじゃ守れない&lt;br /&gt;頼らない力&lt;br /&gt;今この手が知るから迷わない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰もが知る喜びと&lt;br /&gt;この胸が悟る答えが&lt;br /&gt;例え違う未来でも&lt;br /&gt;どこへ行くもこの思いは揺るがない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何も持たずに進んでいく&lt;br /&gt;体中に纏う知識に惑わされぬように&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;百、千の必定も偶然が勝る&lt;br /&gt;果てを見る瞳を凝らして・・・飛び越える&lt;br /&gt;怠慢な願いなど幾つもいらない&lt;br /&gt;個の本心は返す　世俗まで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然の苦しみを運命が誘う&lt;br /&gt;震えだす足が覚えてる．．．確信に&lt;br /&gt;天国か？地獄か？はそこに向かへ&lt;br /&gt;さあ今全てを知るから&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今この手が知るから迷わない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romaji&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koko ni ikiru sono wake mo&lt;br /&gt;Kono basho de deau subete mo&lt;br /&gt;Tatoe chigau sekai demo&lt;br /&gt;Doko ni ite mo kono omoi wa yuruganai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mune o CHIKURI to sasu itami&lt;br /&gt;Sore o warau shiawase na monotachi e&lt;br /&gt;Se o mukeyuku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touzen no kurushimi wo unmei ga sasou&lt;br /&gt;Furuedasu ashi ga oboeteru kakushin ni&lt;br /&gt;Yume dake ja mamorenai&lt;br /&gt;Tayoranai chikara&lt;br /&gt;Ima kono te de shiru kara　mayowanai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daremo ga shiru yorokobi to&lt;br /&gt;Kono mune ga satoru kotae ga&lt;br /&gt;Tatoe chigau mirai demo&lt;br /&gt;Doko e yuku mo kono omoi wa yuruganai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nani mo motazu ni susunde yuku&lt;br /&gt;Karada juu ni matou KARAKUTA ni madowasarenu you ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyaku sen no hitsujou mo guuzen ga masaru&lt;br /&gt;Hate wo miru hitomi o korashite tobikoeru&lt;br /&gt;Taiman na negai nado ikutsu mo iranai&lt;br /&gt;Kono honshin wa kaesu sezoku made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touzen no kurushimi o unmei ga sasou&lt;br /&gt;Furuedasu ashi ga oboeteru kakushin ni&lt;br /&gt;Tengoku ka jigoku ka wa soko ni muka e&lt;br /&gt;Saa ima subete o shiru kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima kono te ga shiru kara mayowanai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it’s that reason that I live here&lt;br /&gt;Or everything that I encounter here,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it were a different world,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I am, these feelings won’t waver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pain pricks my chest&lt;br /&gt;I turn my back on the bystanders laughing at that&lt;br /&gt;And go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate invites the necessary suffering.&lt;br /&gt;My feet, starting to tremble, remember...confidence&lt;br /&gt;Illusions alone cannot protect -&lt;br /&gt;An unreliable power.&lt;br /&gt;Because my hands know it now, I'm not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy that everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;And the answer that my chest senses&lt;br /&gt;Even if there is a different future,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go, these feelings won’t waver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without carrying anything, I continue on&lt;br /&gt;So that I won't be confused by the knowledge that clads my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance surpasses hundreds, thousands of certainties.&lt;br /&gt;I concentrate my eyes looking at the end...and jump over it&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a ton of careless wishes and such&lt;br /&gt;My own true heart will restore itself to the everyday world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate invites the obvious suffering.&lt;br /&gt;My feet, starting to tremble, remember...confidence&lt;br /&gt;In that direction, is there heaven? or hell?&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, because I know everything now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my hands know it now, I'm not lost.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;i finished watching TAMNI...&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for the next episode... &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331670viwtp4oonl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like episode 9!&lt;br /&gt;if you want to know why,&lt;br /&gt;go watch it, NOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;i&gt;super&lt;/i&gt; 'bloody'...&lt;br /&gt;i think that episode should be rated PG-13... &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/429/429777zo2912lr15.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice, right? &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331670viwtp4oonl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-4035460264166960715?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4035460264166960715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=4035460264166960715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/4035460264166960715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/4035460264166960715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/psi-missing.html' title='PSI-Missing'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-5713148216931206258</id><published>2008-12-11T21:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:58:35.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>To Aru Majutsu no Index</title><content type='html'>A &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;MUST&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; watch anime! XDD&lt;br /&gt;let's introduce you to the main characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUEXNsvyPLI/AAAAAAAABGY/bh8ksoqPs9c/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Toaru-Majutsu-no-Kinsho-Mokuroku_suemura%281.41%29__THISRES__186892.jpg"&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUEXNsvyPLI/AAAAAAAABGY/bh8ksoqPs9c/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Toaru-Majutsu-no-Kinsho-Mokuroku_suemura%281.41%29__THISRES__186892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278525762372254898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上条 当麻, Kamijō Tōma (Voiced by: 阿部 敦, Abe Atsushi):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series' main protagonist, a psychic. He has the lowest psychic rank possible at Level 0—largely because the people testing psychic abilities cannot detect or classify his abilities. His power is Imagine Breaker (幻想殺し, Gensō Goroshi, "Imagine Killer"), a power which negates all magic, psychic, or divine powers but also his own good luck. He tends to stay away from trouble but he is a very honorable person and will always do the right thing. In order to save Index from the need of a memory reset, he had activated her self-protection system and destroyed the spell responsible for her mind strain, but ended up losing all of his past memories, including everything about Index, when he came in contact with Feather of Light (光の羽, Hikari no Hane). This remains a secret to everyone except himself and the doctor that takes care of him. Even though he no longer remembers the past, his heart has not forgotten the people he cares about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;インデックス, Index (Voiced by: Iguchi Yuka):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series' co-heroine, a young nun from Necessarius (必要悪の教会, Hitsuyōaku no Kyōkai, "Church of Necessary Evil"), a branch of the Church of England. Her mind has been implanted with the 103,000 magical texts of the Index-Librorum-Prohibitorum at the cost of her own memories, or so the church authorities say. Her sorcery name is Dedicatus545. She is said to have 15% of memory space left to use in daily activities, which allows her to live normally for less than a year. However, all of this are the church's plan to make her unable to betray, by "maintenance" her once the memory has come to its limit. When she is being invaded by outsiders or injured, her self-protection system personality, John's pen mode, will be activated to allow her to use magic. Her self-protection system will use the Feather of Light (光の羽, Hikari no Hane) to force a reset on Index's own memory should a manual reset fails to be perform. She has a habit of biting Tōma when he teases her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;御坂 美琴, Misaka Mikoto (Voiced by: 佐藤 利奈, Satō Rina):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series' other co-heroine and the main protagonist of To Aru Kagaku no Railgun, a side story to To Aru Majutsu no Index. A psychic user of Academy City, her powers are ranked Level 5, the highest rank for the most powerful psychic users and is one of the seven people who hold this rank. Her power is to generate electricity; she is powerful enough to blackout the city, and make instant railguns by using coins as projectiles and uses her electricity to magnetically control Iron particles around her into a Chainsword whip. She has a one-sided rivalry with Tōma ever since he tried to save her from a group of thugs despite the fact she did not need help and surviving her electrical shock unhurt. Since that incident, she is always trying to have a match with Tōma and defeat him despite his many attempts to avoid conflict and not knowing about his special powers. She eventually develops strong feelings towards Tōma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUEXdZaTsXI/AAAAAAAABGg/QxetB8wMTMI/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Toaru-Majutsu-no-Kinsho-Mokuroku_iimiss%280.63%29__THISRES__204053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUEXdZaTsXI/AAAAAAAABGg/QxetB8wMTMI/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Toaru-Majutsu-no-Kinsho-Mokuroku_iimiss%280.63%29__THISRES__204053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278526032059806066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ステイル＝マグヌス, Suteiru Magunusu (Voiced by: 谷山 紀章, Taniyama Kishō):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sorcerer from Necessarius. His sorcery name is Fortis931. He is an extremely heavy smoker; he claims a world without nicotine would be hell. He specializes in using flames and is able to use a flame sword or summon a 3000 degree Celsius fire called Innocens (魔女狩りの王, Majokari no Ō, "King of Witch Hunter") to battle his enemies. Despite his looks, he is actually fourteen-years-old and ironically is physically weak. He mostly has a bad temper but is actually kind, as he cares about Index very much and his failure to save her life without losing her memories was his greatest regret. When he learns the Church lied to him and Kaori about Index's condition, he decides to disobey orders to capture Index and let her live her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;神裂 火織, Kanzaki Kaori (Voiced by: 伊藤 静, Itō Shizuka):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eighteen-year-old sorceress from Necessarius. Unlike her partner Stiyl, she uses magic to magically strengthen her body. Her sorcery name is Salvere000. She uses a two meter long nodachi called "Seven Heavens Seven Swords" as her weapon. She has a special attack called Nanasen (七閃, Nanasen "Seven Flash") that uses her sword and some wires. She used to be a kind woman who treated Index like a sister, but when Index's memories were deleted by Necessarius, Kaori changed into cold and silent woman as Index no longer remembered her and consequentially did not trust her. After Tōma saved Index's life and her current memories, she decided to stay at Academy City to be with Index and protect her.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;now, the OP and ED song!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP 1: PSI-Missing by Mami Kawada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBV3jpToBqA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/DBV3jpToBqA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;ED 1: Rimless ~Fuchinashi no Sekai~ by IKU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4X5Iuv5LLAA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/4X5Iuv5LLAA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Hope you enjoy watching the anime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-5713148216931206258?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5713148216931206258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=5713148216931206258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5713148216931206258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5713148216931206258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-aru-majutsu-no-index.html' title='To Aru Majutsu no Index'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUEXNsvyPLI/AAAAAAAABGY/bh8ksoqPs9c/s72-c/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Toaru-Majutsu-no-Kinsho-Mokuroku_suemura%281.41%29__THISRES__186892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-1678200161022371906</id><published>2008-12-11T11:38:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:57:40.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something new'/><title type='text'>1 By 1</title><content type='html'>i'm back!!!!!!!!!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;did anyone miss me?? &lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/282/282534ves6o782iv.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;this will be a &lt;i&gt;LONG&lt;/i&gt; post...&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCNP5huxGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5GXHHtUI55M/s1600-h/CIMG0544.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCNP5huxGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5GXHHtUI55M/s320/CIMG0544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278374067558073442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my grandaunt and my mom)&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCNQa_iWyI/AAAAAAAAA-g/tQUB0BaoAIk/s1600-h/CIMG0547.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCNQa_iWyI/AAAAAAAAA-g/tQUB0BaoAIk/s320/CIMG0547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278374076541459234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(from left: my cousin's [i don't know what to call him because he is the son of my grandmother's brother] [girl]friend, my cousin's fiancee, Kak Lin, Kak Hanim, my grandaunt, my mom, Kak Ngah [i'll call my cousins by their nick/names])&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCNQr6Ip5I/AAAAAAAAA-o/Zw0WBSjm0Bc/s1600-h/CIMG0548.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCNQr6Ip5I/AAAAAAAAA-o/Zw0WBSjm0Bc/s320/CIMG0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278374081082206098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the &lt;i&gt;hantarans&lt;/i&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCNQxYh-mI/AAAAAAAAA-w/HHz1P5tH2eY/s1600-h/CIMG0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCNQxYh-mI/AAAAAAAAA-w/HHz1P5tH2eY/s320/CIMG0552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278374082551872098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my mom and her cousins)&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCNRX9dQKI/AAAAAAAAA-4/GNIm2euBdBw/s1600-h/CIMG0553.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCNRX9dQKI/AAAAAAAAA-4/GNIm2euBdBw/s320/CIMG0553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278374092907298978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(me and my mom's cousin)&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCQ0A0GeQI/AAAAAAAAA_A/iENnoVlEJQI/s1600-h/CIMG0561.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCQ0A0GeQI/AAAAAAAAA_A/iENnoVlEJQI/s320/CIMG0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278377986524346626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(yup... 3 couples married at the same time...)&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCQ0dJVHLI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5sYPETbFH4Q/s1600-h/CIMG0574.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCQ0dJVHLI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5sYPETbFH4Q/s320/CIMG0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278377994129579186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my uncle and my mom [my mom is the 2nd youngest, the guy on her right is the youngest])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCQ0-fqpHI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Qzt1FGUFmTc/s1600-h/CIMG0579.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCQ0-fqpHI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Qzt1FGUFmTc/s320/CIMG0579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278378003081634930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(me and Kak Nurul &lt;33) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCQ1XYAORI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/39PE2MFRP50/s1600-h/CIMG0581.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCQ1XYAORI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/39PE2MFRP50/s320/CIMG0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278378009760381202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(did you know that her name is Hanita? XDD)&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCQ1lkq8cI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ae-riQfoqwo/s1600-h/CIMG0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCQ1lkq8cI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ae-riQfoqwo/s320/CIMG0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278378013571609026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCTkN5lRaI/AAAAAAAAA_o/NRle3thpxSE/s1600-h/CIMG0586.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCTkN5lRaI/AAAAAAAAA_o/NRle3thpxSE/s320/CIMG0586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278381013693973922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCTkReIMWI/AAAAAAAAA_w/sL27ZhuyJPQ/s1600-h/CIMG0591.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCTkReIMWI/AAAAAAAAA_w/sL27ZhuyJPQ/s320/CIMG0591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278381014652563810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCTk9WvghI/AAAAAAAAA_4/F9M1nzsUIZA/s1600-h/CIMG0597.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCTk9WvghI/AAAAAAAAA_4/F9M1nzsUIZA/s320/CIMG0597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278381026432746002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my mom and her... cousin's husband???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCTlbZhKLI/AAAAAAAABAA/K5qxIAdon3Y/s1600-h/CIMG0599.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCTlbZhKLI/AAAAAAAABAA/K5qxIAdon3Y/s320/CIMG0599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278381034497452210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(me, Abang Farid and Kak Nurul [those two are the younger siblings of their *married* brother])&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;majlis persandingan at the bride's house in Klang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCTlw2FPDI/AAAAAAAABAI/rpeFM6FEcME/s1600-h/CIMG0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCTlw2FPDI/AAAAAAAABAI/rpeFM6FEcME/s320/CIMG0603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278381040254401586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(XDD!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCVkjODvMI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pexEFuIUcRQ/s1600-h/CIMG0606.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCVkjODvMI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pexEFuIUcRQ/s320/CIMG0606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278383218440256706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(these are just a part of the [my mom's side] family... seriously, my mom's family side is SO big that i forgot who's who... see that woman wearing pink baju kurung? yeah, my mom told me that she's my grandmother's cousin... and yet she looks so young... o.0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCVlChRjhI/AAAAAAAABAY/kxmMlFCZ0BE/s1600-h/CIMG0607.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCVlChRjhI/AAAAAAAABAY/kxmMlFCZ0BE/s320/CIMG0607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278383226842353170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(from left: Kak Nurul, my aunt [their mother, my mom's elder sister], my cousin [Kak Nurul and Abang's Farid's brother], their father, my mom, me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCVlRY83VI/AAAAAAAABAg/uMJZJ1M7uXc/s1600-h/CIMG0610.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCVlRY83VI/AAAAAAAABAg/uMJZJ1M7uXc/s320/CIMG0610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278383230833974610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCVl2jj18I/AAAAAAAABAo/C1FalIZeIOI/s1600-h/CIMG0615.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCVl2jj18I/AAAAAAAABAo/C1FalIZeIOI/s320/CIMG0615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278383240810584002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCVmLll3PI/AAAAAAAABAw/cd2mojAeol0/s1600-h/CIMG0627.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCVmLll3PI/AAAAAAAABAw/cd2mojAeol0/s320/CIMG0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278383246456249586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCZYyCfbbI/AAAAAAAABA4/qidhp9msaC0/s1600-h/CIMG0630.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCZYyCfbbI/AAAAAAAABA4/qidhp9msaC0/s320/CIMG0630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278387414306352562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(at the main table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCZZ7yiK6I/AAAAAAAABBA/_PiVh5hIjQo/s1600-h/CIMG0633.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCZZ7yiK6I/AAAAAAAABBA/_PiVh5hIjQo/s320/CIMG0633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278387434103647138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the bedroom)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;majlis persandingan at the bridegroom's house in Johor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCZaOoj1VI/AAAAAAAABBI/X3ADV5JCiH0/s1600-h/CIMG0657.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCZaOoj1VI/AAAAAAAABBI/X3ADV5JCiH0/s320/CIMG0657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278387439162086738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCZaX0NXYI/AAAAAAAABBQ/YQmBrldfuk8/s1600-h/CIMG0660.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCZaX0NXYI/AAAAAAAABBQ/YQmBrldfuk8/s320/CIMG0660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278387441626865026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCZatjfT4I/AAAAAAAABBY/nxSA8bggyJc/s1600-h/CIMG0661.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCZatjfT4I/AAAAAAAABBY/nxSA8bggyJc/s320/CIMG0661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278387447462317954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCbczvIC8I/AAAAAAAABBg/smYzQpcFrPM/s1600-h/CIMG0662.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCbczvIC8I/AAAAAAAABBg/smYzQpcFrPM/s320/CIMG0662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278389682504731586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(would you believe if i say that my mom cooked/made all those?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCbdC8GFPI/AAAAAAAABBo/eycaGA3JY20/s1600-h/CIMG0664.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCbdC8GFPI/AAAAAAAABBo/eycaGA3JY20/s320/CIMG0664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278389686585660658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCbdUrw3rI/AAAAAAAABBw/JH297FObanc/s1600-h/CIMG0665.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCbdUrw3rI/AAAAAAAABBw/JH297FObanc/s320/CIMG0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278389691348999858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCbd97blHI/AAAAAAAABB4/6NHJvgtwjjY/s1600-h/CIMG0667.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCbd97blHI/AAAAAAAABB4/6NHJvgtwjjY/s320/CIMG0667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278389702420567154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(from left: my grandaunt/aunt [i'm either her grandniece or niece... she's my grandmother's *youngest* sister, and a wife of my *late* father's brother...], my mom's cousin, my mom, Kak Nurul, her mom, me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCbeJkQSVI/AAAAAAAABCA/6V37wKRKOWQ/s1600-h/CIMG0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCbeJkQSVI/AAAAAAAABCA/6V37wKRKOWQ/s320/CIMG0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278389705544583506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(chocolate!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCeRSY3NYI/AAAAAAAABCI/DjDJmSH1n5s/s1600-h/CIMG0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCeRSY3NYI/AAAAAAAABCI/DjDJmSH1n5s/s320/CIMG0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278392783109305730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCeRiJtyeI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Z6z5oETbA_A/s1600-h/CIMG0676.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCeRiJtyeI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Z6z5oETbA_A/s320/CIMG0676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278392787340741090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCeR8FlzkI/AAAAAAAABCY/Tqplo8Vol4w/s1600-h/CIMG0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCeR8FlzkI/AAAAAAAABCY/Tqplo8Vol4w/s320/CIMG0680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278392794302762562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCeSHciqNI/AAAAAAAABCg/zg_NJ8AjSqg/s1600-h/CIMG0689.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCeSHciqNI/AAAAAAAABCg/zg_NJ8AjSqg/s320/CIMG0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278392797351815378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(at the main table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCeSV3cKqI/AAAAAAAABCo/pcJtxHkj2Zk/s1600-h/CIMG0693.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCeSV3cKqI/AAAAAAAABCo/pcJtxHkj2Zk/s320/CIMG0693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278392801222732450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCgo_IYc7I/AAAAAAAABCw/z46W0Jvphrw/s1600-h/CIMG0704.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCgo_IYc7I/AAAAAAAABCw/z46W0Jvphrw/s320/CIMG0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278395389280023474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCgpYl2ATI/AAAAAAAABC4/7e79TDvYFkQ/s1600-h/CIMG0710.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCgpYl2ATI/AAAAAAAABC4/7e79TDvYFkQ/s320/CIMG0710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278395396114481458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my dumdum-headed cousin... XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCgp8NJmHI/AAAAAAAABDA/RlpicN4L1Nk/s1600-h/CIMG0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCgp8NJmHI/AAAAAAAABDA/RlpicN4L1Nk/s320/CIMG0715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278395405674584178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(monday night [night of monday], at about 10 or 11 sth, the four of us talked about the mystery [which related to ghost stories XDD] of the dorm in any boarding school or university or college until 1 sth in the morning... but when it's only the three of us [me and the two &lt;s&gt;guys&lt;/s&gt; boys], we talked [and tell each other everything] about anything... when we watched tv, we make some comments about the movie that it's not logical that bla bla bla... XDD)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya Haji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCgqRszCuI/AAAAAAAABDI/3EAXlReRGBs/s1600-h/CIMG0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCgqRszCuI/AAAAAAAABDI/3EAXlReRGBs/s320/CIMG0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278395411444468450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCgq8q9y9I/AAAAAAAABDQ/tZOH-OIALXU/s1600-h/CIMG0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCgq8q9y9I/AAAAAAAABDQ/tZOH-OIALXU/s320/CIMG0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278395422979509202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(top most left: that's my cousin's wife, Hanita... i call her Kak Ita.. =3)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;on the way back to home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCkXA4xamI/AAAAAAAABDc/-8LQEl8OL4g/s1600-h/CIMG0743.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCkXA4xamI/AAAAAAAABDc/-8LQEl8OL4g/s320/CIMG0743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278399478560287330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(that blouse was bought by my grand/aunt &lt;33) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCkXbcTbpI/AAAAAAAABDk/yRRFbkjOlTQ/s1600-h/CIMG0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCkXbcTbpI/AAAAAAAABDk/yRRFbkjOlTQ/s320/CIMG0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278399485688639122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(i went to the UFO exhibition... my dad said that this really do exist... it's 'flying saucer' crashed in America... or was it Mexico...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCkXqJC3GI/AAAAAAAABDs/pU9PSYoHZa4/s1600-h/CIMG0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCkXqJC3GI/AAAAAAAABDs/pU9PSYoHZa4/s320/CIMG0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278399489634393186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCkYhJn0TI/AAAAAAAABD8/kVUpkeXR_QE/s1600-h/CIMG0752.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCkYhJn0TI/AAAAAAAABD8/kVUpkeXR_QE/s320/CIMG0752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278399504400765234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(a fossil, duh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCmxGmLZUI/AAAAAAAABEE/OmWfpWHFHfQ/s1600-h/CIMG0754.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCmxGmLZUI/AAAAAAAABEE/OmWfpWHFHfQ/s320/CIMG0754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278402125792765250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCmxWplzgI/AAAAAAAABEM/EGZnwCiTppg/s1600-h/CIMG0769.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCmxWplzgI/AAAAAAAABEM/EGZnwCiTppg/s320/CIMG0769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278402130102046210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(you can still go... the exhibition is until Jan 22nd, 09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCmxl-jIHI/AAAAAAAABEU/PGFZZVYcuE0/s1600-h/CIMG0770.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCmxl-jIHI/AAAAAAAABEU/PGFZZVYcuE0/s320/CIMG0770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278402134216482930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(posters for sale!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCmyNv15bI/AAAAAAAABEc/7vJQ0Tqy8_0/s1600-h/CIMG0771.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCmyNv15bI/AAAAAAAABEc/7vJQ0Tqy8_0/s320/CIMG0771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278402144892216754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCmyS1SgFI/AAAAAAAABEk/nh-29wKu4TE/s1600-h/CIMG0776.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCmyS1SgFI/AAAAAAAABEk/nh-29wKu4TE/s320/CIMG0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278402146257240146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(trishaws!!! XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCpRnIwe0I/AAAAAAAABEs/d-EIYqLKp0c/s1600-h/CIMG0783.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCpRnIwe0I/AAAAAAAABEs/d-EIYqLKp0c/s320/CIMG0783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278404883306806082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCpSIt8HJI/AAAAAAAABE0/U8_tBUKgi7k/s1600-h/CIMG0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCpSIt8HJI/AAAAAAAABE0/U8_tBUKgi7k/s320/CIMG0784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278404892321127570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCpScy6p6I/AAAAAAAABE8/Ejk_rGh-3xs/s1600-h/CIMG0794.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCpScy6p6I/AAAAAAAABE8/Ejk_rGh-3xs/s320/CIMG0794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278404897710712738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCpShY4reI/AAAAAAAABFE/LBTtmm_nd4g/s1600-h/CIMG0799.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCpShY4reI/AAAAAAAABFE/LBTtmm_nd4g/s320/CIMG0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278404898943708642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;a couple of pics that i took on the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCpS8A_NoI/AAAAAAAABFM/hVJdfqdtgm8/s1600-h/CIMG0801.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCpS8A_NoI/AAAAAAAABFM/hVJdfqdtgm8/s320/CIMG0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278404906091230850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCr2arYaGI/AAAAAAAABFU/fOLYIh4XVto/s1600-h/CIMG0804.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCr2arYaGI/AAAAAAAABFU/fOLYIh4XVto/s320/CIMG0804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278407714640783458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;when i was going out for shopping with my cousin at Sutera Mall,&lt;br /&gt;i bought a book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCuncx76DI/AAAAAAAABFc/GVEV9qtY8h8/s1600-h/CIMG0808.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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCuncx76DI/AAAAAAAABFc/GVEV9qtY8h8/s320/CIMG0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278410756041992242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm telling you!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's damn funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;especially chap. 28 - MANGLISH VERY SHORT ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare these sentences and see how much shorter and concise the Manglish version is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English: &lt;/span&gt;Would you turn off the fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish: &lt;/span&gt;Off the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English: &lt;/span&gt;Oh dear, I'm going to be in deep trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; Die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Q- Would you be so good as to turn on the tap, please?&lt;br /&gt;A- Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; Q- Can on the tap&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;A- Can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Hi, Lucy. Haven't seen you for a long time. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; Hi, Lucy. Long time no see. So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Would you happen to have some coins? May I borrow 50 sen, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; Got coins or not? Can lend 50 sen&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Siva, you seemed to have lost some weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; Siva, you gone down oredi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English: &lt;/span&gt;These durians are really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish: &lt;/span&gt;Best-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; the durian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not in the mood for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; No mood for movie-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; It's not necessary for you to trouble yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; No need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Why is that idiot honking away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; That idiot horn for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to order a glass of plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; Sky juice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Encik Kamal is out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; Encik Kamal outstation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;Baby, why aren't you wearing your pants? You should be ashamed of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; Baby, why you no wear pants? Shame-shame-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; The MD asked me to sing a song at the karaoke. I was so embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish&lt;/span&gt;: The MD ask me to sing karaoke. Shy only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; She's always lying through her teeth, she's beyond help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; She always bluff one, gone case-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; What are you talking about? That's absolutely ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish: &lt;/span&gt;You talk what? Rubbish-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English: &lt;/span&gt;He's quite an unusual character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt;He's one kind one-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; I have yet to pay the fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; Norchet pay fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Would you reverse your car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish: &lt;/span&gt;Gostan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Q- Would you like some rambutans for desert?&lt;br /&gt;A- I don't want any, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish:&lt;/span&gt; Q- Want rambutans for desert or not?&lt;br /&gt;A- Dowan, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Why are you so long-winded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish&lt;/span&gt;: Talk so much for what?&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;i also bought a poster...&lt;br /&gt;but i left in the car... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;i'll show it to you guys tonight! &gt;.0&lt;br /&gt;*mutters*and i bet ying will be jealous... &lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331695r6nz4zs4x4.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&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/5614445543377130295-1678200161022371906?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1678200161022371906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=1678200161022371906' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1678200161022371906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1678200161022371906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-by-1.html' title='1 By 1'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SUCNP5huxGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5GXHHtUI55M/s72-c/CIMG0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-8517652489712541455</id><published>2008-12-09T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:42:28.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Recommended Anime</title><content type='html'>i'm using my cousin's comp to type this post...&lt;br /&gt;so read carefully to &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; anime fans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Aru Majutsu no Index&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in a city of scientifically advanced superhuman students, but in a world where magic is also real. Kamijo Toma's right hand, the Imagine Breaker, will negate all magic, psychic, or divine powers, but not his own bad luck. One day he finds a young girl hanging on his balcony railing. She turns out to be a nun from the Church of England, and her mind has been implanted with the Index-Librorum-Prohibitorum - all the magical texts the Church has removed from circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre&lt;/b&gt;: Action, Comedy, Fantasy, Sci-Fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Demographic&lt;/b&gt;: Shonen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/ST3az4ipreI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6kt4uro7gs8/s1600-h/xxxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/ST3az4ipreI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6kt4uro7gs8/s320/xxxx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277614923233996258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ying?&lt;br /&gt;watching it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-8517652489712541455?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8517652489712541455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=8517652489712541455' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8517652489712541455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8517652489712541455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/recommended-anime.html' title='Recommended Anime'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/ST3az4ipreI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6kt4uro7gs8/s72-c/xxxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-3803396723917848093</id><published>2008-11-28T13:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:28:00.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><title type='text'>Just Having Fun</title><content type='html'>Arashi members played a prank on Riida (subbed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3V7WMxFVFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/E3V7WMxFVFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Arashi take turns flicking Sho's forehead in a game of Dekobatsu (subbed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CdpmHwJWvno&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/CdpmHwJWvno&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Ohno needs some advice to help beat Sho in their tuna challenge. Who better to call than his own beloved mother? (subbed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2dT4m2jOVzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/2dT4m2jOVzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Arashi and Mannequins (subbed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2JrO_kIUnrk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/2JrO_kIUnrk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Riida's Randomness (subbed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pr5JU2BcP7Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/Pr5JU2BcP7Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Aiba's English (subbed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Rcgjetg0H4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/2Rcgjetg0H4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Ohno and Aiba English lesson (subbed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z89tYFe65Po&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/Z89tYFe65Po&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ohno's face in the end looks like Jackie Chan! XDD)&lt;br /&gt;Aiba steals Nino's food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkGZi2ANpY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/tkGZi2ANpY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Arashi's faith in Sho's Rock-Climbing Ability (subbed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3CqHc0prX6o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/3CqHc0prX6o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Arashi's faith in Sho's Ball-Catching Ability (subbed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ao0alTiIXE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/ao0alTiIXE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Arashi's faith in Sho's Stacking Ability (subbed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sj8PTBxPDxM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/Sj8PTBxPDxM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;And, not just Arashi's faith in Sho's Choosing Ability (subbed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNWr8Q6f1xc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/wNWr8Q6f1xc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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/5614445543377130295-3803396723917848093?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3803396723917848093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=3803396723917848093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/3803396723917848093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/3803396723917848093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-having-fun.html' title='Just Having Fun'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-4437738124842986745</id><published>2008-11-27T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:13:44.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YUKI!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to YUKI~&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!!!!!!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/642/642442s5am4b2ugx.gif" width="237" border="0" height="307" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-4437738124842986745?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4437738124842986745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=4437738124842986745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/4437738124842986745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/4437738124842986745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday_27.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-2514438397182154189</id><published>2008-11-27T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:58:59.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JPop'/><title type='text'>Be Dazzled!</title><content type='html'>yes, people!!!&lt;br /&gt;be dazzled by &lt;b&gt;Ohno Satoshi&lt;/b&gt;'s dance and voice!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song For Me&lt;/b&gt; (Time concert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z10ZILSzb64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/z10ZILSzb64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;b&gt;Kanji&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いつかの別れ　いつかの出会い&lt;br /&gt;数えきれない涙と高鳴り重ねて　ここでまだ待ってる&lt;br /&gt;-so I could, so I would, you know?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;言葉を越えて　心の奥で&lt;br /&gt;未知なる何かが生まれ　音を奏でる　包み込む様に&lt;br /&gt;so I dream on きっと&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“いつまでも星屑の隙間から”　夢であえたら&lt;br /&gt;“震えてるこの胸が痛むほど”　永遠の願いは&lt;br /&gt;“響き合う切なさはガラスの様”　届くのだろうか？&lt;br /&gt;-so I could, so I would, you know?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“いつまでも約束を写し出す”　夢の続きは&lt;br /&gt;“抱きしめたこの時が悪戯に”　遠く離れて&lt;br /&gt;光集めては　一人瞳閉じた&lt;br /&gt;so I dream on そっと&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そして　当てなく歩いたあの日の様に&lt;br /&gt;ただ見つめていたのは over again my time　今　揺れる窓越しに&lt;br /&gt;-そう愛がそっと舞う上へ　Wow yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;静寂の中で　いつかのmelody&lt;br /&gt;歌いきれない言葉と温もり流れて　今もまだ鳴ってる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;記憶を超えて　鼓動の奥で&lt;br /&gt;重なる音色が癒す　胸の傷跡　憂い解く様に&lt;br /&gt;so I dream on きっと&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“どこまでも輝きを繋ぐから”　手をかざしたら&lt;br /&gt;“果てしなくこの胸に降り注ぐ”　遥か未来も&lt;br /&gt;“美しく繰り返す波紋の様”　見えるのだろうか？&lt;br /&gt;-so I could, so I would, you know?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“いつまでも約束を写し出す”　夢の隙間に&lt;br /&gt;“抱きしめた密やかなこの想い”　虹を描いて&lt;br /&gt;光溢れては　一人瞳閉じた&lt;br /&gt;so I dream on そっと&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そして　一人で仰いだあの日の空&lt;br /&gt;ただ探していたのは song for me 会いたい　今　想いだけ欲しい&lt;br /&gt;-そう愛がそっと舞う上へ　Wow yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曖昧な事ばかりが　夜明けの迷路彷徨いながら　&lt;br /&gt;夢がさめてしまっても　忘れないよ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“いつまでも星屑の隙間から”　夢であえたら&lt;br /&gt;“震えてるこの胸が痛むほど”　永遠の願いは&lt;br /&gt;“響き合う切なさはガラスの様”　届くのだろうか？&lt;br /&gt;-so I could, so I would, you know?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“いつまでも約束を写し出す”　夢の続きは&lt;br /&gt;“抱きしめたこの時が悪戯に”　遠く離れて&lt;br /&gt;光集めては　一人瞳閉じた&lt;br /&gt;so I dream on そっと&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そして　当てなく歩いたあの日の様に&lt;br /&gt;ただ見つめていたのは over again my time　今　揺れる窓越しに&lt;br /&gt;-そう愛がそっと舞う上へ　Wow yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romaji&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itsuka no wakare itsuka no deai&lt;br /&gt;Kazoekirenai namida to takanari kasanete koko de mada matteru&lt;br /&gt;-So I could, so I would, you know?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotoba wo koete kokoro no oku de&lt;br /&gt;Michi naru nani ka ga umare oto wo kanaderu tsutsumi komu youni&lt;br /&gt;So I dream on kitto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itsumademo hoshikuzu no sukima kara" yume deaetara&lt;br /&gt;"Furueteru kono mune ga itamu hodo" towa no negai wa&lt;br /&gt;"Hibiki au setsunasa wa garasu no you" todoku no darou ka?&lt;br /&gt;-So I could, so I would, you know?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itsumademo yakusoku wo utsushidasu" yume no tsuzuki wa&lt;br /&gt;"Dakishimeta kono toki ga itazurani" tooku hanarete&lt;br /&gt;Hikari atsumete wa hitori hitomi tojita&lt;br /&gt;So I dream on sotto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soshite ate naku aruita ano hi no youni&lt;br /&gt;Tada mitsumeteita no wa over again my time ima yureru madokoshini&lt;br /&gt;-Sou ai ga sotto mau ue he Wow yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shizuka no naka de itsuka no melody&lt;br /&gt;Utai kirenai kotoba to nuku mori nagarete ima mo mada natteru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kioku wo koete kodou no oku de&lt;br /&gt;Kasanaru neiro ga iyasu mune no kizu ato urei toku youni&lt;br /&gt;So I dream on kitto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dokomademo kagayaki wo tsunagu kara" te wo kazashitara&lt;br /&gt;"Hateshinaku kono mune ni furisosogu" haruka mirai mo&lt;br /&gt;"Utsukushiku kurikaesu hamon no you" mieru no darou ka?&lt;br /&gt;-So I could, so I would, you know?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dokomademo yakusoku wo utsushidasu" yume no sukima ni&lt;br /&gt;"Dakishimeta hisoyakana kono omoi" niji wo egaite&lt;br /&gt;Hikari afurete wa hitori hitomi tojita&lt;br /&gt;So I dream on sotto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soshite hitori de aoida ano hi no sora&lt;br /&gt;Tada sagashiteita no wa song for me aitai ima omoi dake hoshii&lt;br /&gt;-Sou ai ga sotto mau ue he Wow yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimaina koto bakari ga yoake no meiro samayoi nagara&lt;br /&gt;Yume ga samete shimatte mo wasurenai yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itsumademo hoshikuzu no sukima kara" yume deaetara&lt;br /&gt;"Furueteru kono mune ga itamu hodo" towa no negai wa&lt;br /&gt;"Hibiki au setsunasa wa garasu no you" todoku no darou ka?&lt;br /&gt;-So I could, so I would, you know?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itsumademo yakusoku wo utsushidasu" yume no tsuzuki wa&lt;br /&gt;"Dakishimeta kono toki ga itazurani" tooku hanarete&lt;br /&gt;Hikari atsumete wa hitori hitomi tojita&lt;br /&gt;So I dream on sotto&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soshite ate naku aruita ano hi no youni&lt;br /&gt;Tada mitsumeteita no wa over again my time ima yureru madokoshini&lt;br /&gt;-Sou ai ga sotto mau ue he Wow yeah- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday's separation and someday's meeting.&lt;br /&gt;With countless tears and piling heart beats, I'm still waiting here.&lt;br /&gt;-so I could, so I would, you know?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exceeding the words inside the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Something unknown is born, a sound play to wrap it.&lt;br /&gt;so I dream on, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forever, from the fracture of stardust", we will meet in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;"As this heart trembles, it hurts", an eternal wish.&lt;br /&gt;"Our pain is resounding like a glass", would it reach?&lt;br /&gt;-so I could, so I would, you know?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forever, our promise will be shown", the continuation of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;"Embracing the mischievous time", going far away.&lt;br /&gt;Collecting the light, I closed one of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;so I dream on gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like the day we walked without any aim.&lt;br /&gt;My time, right now, I'm just looking at the shaky windowsill over again.&lt;br /&gt;-yes, love is gently dancing upward, wow yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness, there is someday's melody.&lt;br /&gt;The songless words and the warmth flows, until now, it continues to echo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpassing the memories with the beat of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The overlapping tone heals the scar on my heart, like undoing my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;so I dream on, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because the radiance is connected everywhere" lifting my hands up high.&lt;br /&gt;"Down pouring forever onto this heart" even the faraway future.&lt;br /&gt;"Like ripples of water, repeating beautifully" can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;-so I could, so I would, you know?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anywhere, our promise will be shown" in the opening of our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;"I embrace this secret feeling" painting the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;The overflowing light, I closed one of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;so I dream on gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking alone at the sky that day.&lt;br /&gt;Just searching the song for me, I want to see it, I only want this feelings now.&lt;br /&gt;-yes, love is gently dancing upward, wow yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While only the ambiguous things are wandering around at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I wake up, I won't forget the dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forever, from the fracture of stardust", we will meet in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;"As this heart trembles, it hurts", an eternal wish.&lt;br /&gt;"Our pain is resounding like a glass", would it reach?&lt;br /&gt;-so I could, so I would, you know?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forever, our promise will be shown", the continuation of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;"Embracing the mischievous time", going far away.&lt;br /&gt;Collecting the light, I closed one of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;so I dream on gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like the day we walked without any aim.&lt;br /&gt;My time, right now, I'm just looking at the shaky windowsill over again.&lt;br /&gt;-yes, love is gently dancing upward, wow yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rain&lt;/b&gt; (Tokyo Dome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0nnj7vYltw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/j0nnj7vYltw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;b&gt;Kanji&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨の音響く　君の声消えた&lt;br /&gt;受話器の向こうに&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;君は誰といるの?　秘密を隠して&lt;br /&gt;僕に好きと言う&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;くちびるを　ぼくのそれ重ね&lt;br /&gt;抑えて　抱き寄せる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Now I Don't Wanna Give Up. This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;君の香りが　そう頼り&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Why We Gonna Give Up? This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;一人危ない目で　走り出す&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨の後届く　沈黙のsqueal&lt;br /&gt;ガラスの割れる音&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;君は今　どこにいるの?　このまま待てば&lt;br /&gt;君は来るの?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ポケットを探る　この手の中に&lt;br /&gt;キケンなものを持つ&lt;br /&gt;(All Need Is Love Just Waiting For You, Understand?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Now I Don't Wanna Give Up. This Is only Beginning&lt;br /&gt;君の気配が　そう頼り&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Why We Gonna Give Up? This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;その向こう側まで　走り出す&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;赤いルージュの　グラスのあと&lt;br /&gt;心に刺さるような　痛み残し　Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,This Is Just The Beginning 　これはゲームじゃない&lt;br /&gt;This Is Only The Beginning　誰も愛しちゃいない&lt;br /&gt;This Is Just The Beginning　君に届かないさ&lt;br /&gt;(This Ts The Beginning, This Is The Start)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Now I Don't Wanna Give Up. This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;君の香りが　そう頼り&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Why We Gonna Give Up? This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;一人危ない目で　走り出す&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romaji&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ame no oto hibiku kimi no koe kieta&lt;br /&gt;Juwaki no mukou ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi wa dare to iru no? himitsu wo kakushite&lt;br /&gt;Boku ni suki to iu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuchibiru wo boku no sore kasane&lt;br /&gt;Osaete dakiyoseru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Now I Don't Wanna Give Up. This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no kaori ga sou tayori&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Why We Gonna Give Up? This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;Hitori abunai me de hashiridasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ame no ato todoku chinmoku no squeal&lt;br /&gt;Garasu no wareru oto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi wa ima doko ni iru no? kono mama mateba&lt;br /&gt;Kimi wa kuru no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POCKET wo saguru kono te no naka ni&lt;br /&gt;Kiken na mono wo motsu&lt;br /&gt;(All Need Is Love Just Waiting For You, Understand?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Now I Don't Wanna Give Up. This Is only Beginning&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no kehai ga sou tayori&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Why We Gonna Give Up? This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;Sono mukougawa made hashiridasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akai ruji no gurasu no ato&lt;br /&gt;Kokoro ni sasaru you na itami nokoshi Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, This Just The Beginning kore wa gemu ja nai&lt;br /&gt;This Is Only The Beginning dare mo ai shichai nai&lt;br /&gt;This Is Just The Beginning kimi ni todokanaide&lt;br /&gt;(This Is The Beginning, This Is The Start)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Now I Don't Wanna Give Up. This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no kaori ga sou tayori&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Why We Gonna Give Up? This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;Hitori abunai me de hashiridasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of rain echoed, your voice disappeared&lt;br /&gt;over the telephone's receiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you with? I will make it a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Say that you like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are sealed.&lt;br /&gt;I suppress my feelings and embrace you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Now I Don't Wanna Give Up. This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I rely on your fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Why We Gonna Give Up? This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;I begin running through those dangerous eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reaches after the rain then I hear a squeal in the silence.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of breaking glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now? If I wait for you here,&lt;br /&gt;would you come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched my pocket, in this hand&lt;br /&gt;I had something dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;(All Need Is Love Just Waiting For You, Understand?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Now I Don't Wanna Give Up. This Is only Beginning&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I rely on your indications.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Why We Gonna Give Up? This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;I begin running towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red rouge on the glass.&lt;br /&gt;My heart that you left behind is aching, Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, This Just The Beginning, this is not a game&lt;br /&gt;This Is Only The Beginning, I cannot love anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;This Is Just The Beginning, I cannot reach&lt;br /&gt;(This Is The Beginning, This Is The Start)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Now I Don't Wanna Give Up. This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I rely on your fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Why We Gonna Give Up? This Is Only The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;I begin running through those dangerous eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top Secret&lt;/b&gt; (Iza, Now! concert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QG3xekbcUI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/3QG3xekbcUI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;can't find the lyrics for this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another video,&lt;br /&gt;Top Secret - Yamashita Shoon (from Ya-Ya-Yeah) ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWDOIf1cA8g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/oWDOIf1cA8g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;I still think Ohno's better than him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;NO ONE&lt;/i&gt; can compare with Ohno... &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331670viwtp4oonl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;these 2 videos below have &lt;i&gt;deep&lt;/i&gt; message...&lt;br /&gt;see if you can guess what they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dr-zXg5LY80&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/dr-zXg5LY80&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3tlmeXIeB4w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/3tlmeXIeB4w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;did you know that the video above is made from Arashi's variety shows? &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1205/1205060drl8gyi3yw.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;this song is really nice... &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331670viwtp4oonl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fcHAWAq93-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=666666&amp;primaryColor=cccccc&amp;secondaryColor=333333&amp;linkColor=cccccc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fcHAWAq93-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=666666&amp;primaryColor=cccccc&amp;secondaryColor=333333&amp;linkColor=cccccc"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/cpDn7ks/music/xwqUcodd/arashi_boku_ga_boku_no_subete/"&gt;Boku ga Boku no Subete - Arashi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kanji&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もし僕があの日　少し違う未来を選んだとしたら&lt;br /&gt;揺れている窓に映る　見慣れた日々に問い掛けてる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人は誰も憧れ傷つき　ただひとつ選んだ現在(いま)を&lt;br /&gt;大切にしながら　きっと生きている&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ありのままで　もう一回歩き出そう　悲しみ越えて&lt;br /&gt;誰のでもない　名もなき道を&lt;br /&gt;明日もそう　夢に　向かって　悩んで　笑って　笑って&lt;br /&gt;今ここにいる　僕が僕のすべて　それだけは変わらない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もし僕があの日　君に強がりもせず素直でいれたら&lt;br /&gt;ふと胸に浮かぶ思い　切ないけれど今は愛しい&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人は誰も出会いと別れに　それぞれの思い出重ね&lt;br /&gt;新しい明日を　ずっと生きてゆく&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;僕は僕の　人生も運命も　抱きしめてゆこう&lt;br /&gt;ひとつひとつが　輝くために&lt;br /&gt;春夏秋冬を　走って　走って　走って　走って&lt;br /&gt;確かな事は　僕が創った道　それだけは変わらない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そう　未完成で　立ち止まった不安を　儚くも過ぎ去った時間を&lt;br /&gt;ありのままの自分を受け入れたら&lt;br /&gt;この誓いで未来を　切り開く様に　この思いが届きますように&lt;br /&gt;今以上に　自分のこと　信じるよ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ありのままで　もう一回歩き出そう　悲しみ越えて&lt;br /&gt;誰のでもない　名もなき道を&lt;br /&gt;明日もそう　夢に　向って　悩んで　笑って　笑って&lt;br /&gt;確かなことは　ひとつだけ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;僕は僕の　人生も運命も　抱きしめてゆこう&lt;br /&gt;ひとつひとつが　輝くために&lt;br /&gt;春夏秋冬を　走って　走って　走って　走って&lt;br /&gt;今ここにいる　僕が僕のすべて　それだけは変わらない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romaji&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moshi boku ga ano hi sukoshi chigau mirai wo eranda to shitara&lt;br /&gt;Yurete iru mado ni utsuru minareta hibi ni toikaketeru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hito wa daremo akogare kizutsuki tada hitotsu eranda ima wo&lt;br /&gt;Taisetsu ni shinagara kitto ikite iru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arinomama de mou ikai aruki de sou kanashimi koete&lt;br /&gt;Dare no demo nai namo naki michi wo&lt;br /&gt;Ashita mo sou yume ni mukatte nayande waratte waratte&lt;br /&gt;Ima koko ni iru boku ga boku no subete sore dake wa kawaranai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moshi boku ga ano hi kimi ni tsuyogari mo sezu sunao de iretara&lt;br /&gt;Futo mune ni ukabu omoi setsunai keredo ima wa itoshii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hito wa daremo deai to wakare ni sorezore no omoide kasane&lt;br /&gt;Atarashii ashita wo zutto ikite yuku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boku wa boku no jinsei mo unmei mo dakishimete yukou&lt;br /&gt;Hitotsuhitotsu ga kagayaku tame ni&lt;br /&gt;Haru natsu aki fuyu wo hashitte hashitte hashitte hashitte&lt;br /&gt;Tashikana koto wa boku ga tsukutta michi sore dake wa kawaranai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mikansei de tachidomatta fuan wo hakanaku mo sugisatta jikan wo&lt;br /&gt;Arinomama no jibun wo ukeiretara&lt;br /&gt;Kono chikai de mirai wo kirihiraku youni kono omoi ga todoki masu youni&lt;br /&gt;Ima ijou ni jibun no koto shinjiru yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arinomama de mou ikai aruki de sou kanashimi koete&lt;br /&gt;Dare no demo nai namo naki michi wo&lt;br /&gt;Ashita mo sou yume ni mukatte nayande waratte waratte&lt;br /&gt;Tashikana koto wa hitotsu dake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boku wa boku no jinsei mo unmei mo dakishimete yukou&lt;br /&gt;Hitotsuhitotsu ga kagayaku tame ni&lt;br /&gt;Haru natsu aki fuyu wo hashitte hashitte hashitte hashitte&lt;br /&gt;Ima koko ni iru boku ga boku no subete sore dake wa kawaranai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I chose a slightly different future that day,&lt;br /&gt;the shaking window will reflect questions I've become familiar every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has someone they long for. They get hurt but they've chosen one now.&lt;br /&gt;That important thing is surely alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exceeding the sadness, I will walk on once more in all honesty,&lt;br /&gt;on the nameless street that no one own.&lt;br /&gt;Even tomorrow, I will go towards my dreams, worrying while laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Me, who is right here is my everything. That is the only thing that will not change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I just showed honestly instead of acting tough that day.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that my heart felt was painful but it is now beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has memories of their encounters and farewells, they are piling up.&lt;br /&gt;I will live forever in a new tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tightly hold my life and my fate.&lt;br /&gt;So that they will shine one by one.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep on running through spring, summer, fall and winter.&lt;br /&gt;I certainly have created a way. That is the only thing that will not change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the unfinished fast and gone time stopped by anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;If I honestly accepted myself.&lt;br /&gt;So that the future will open up with this vow, so that this feeling will reach.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep on believing in myself more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exceeding the sadness, I will walk on once more in all honesty,&lt;br /&gt;on the nameless street that no one own.&lt;br /&gt;Even tomorrow, I will go towards my dreams, worrying while laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;There is only one certain thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tightly hold my life and my fate.&lt;br /&gt;So that they will shine one by one.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep on running through spring, summer, fall and winter.&lt;br /&gt;Me, who is right here is my everything. That is the only thing that will not change.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;i'm going Klang tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;at 7pm...&lt;br /&gt;then, at Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going Johor...&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;i'm away for 12 days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1691/1691442fjosph4m2v.gif" width=100 height=100 border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-2514438397182154189?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2514438397182154189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=2514438397182154189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2514438397182154189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/2514438397182154189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-dazzled.html' title='Be Dazzled!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-5611268502262719749</id><published>2008-11-26T00:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:10:52.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JDrama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JPop'/><title type='text'>Otanjoubi Omedetou!!!</title><content type='html'>Otanjoubi omedetou, Ohno-san!!! ^o^&lt;br /&gt;today is his 28th birthday!!! &lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1092/1092178ijjmh5xkgj.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSwlf8cXL_I/AAAAAAAAA-I/yCKMKVV0IpQ/s1600-h/thohno5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSwlf8cXL_I/AAAAAAAAA-I/yCKMKVV0IpQ/s320/thohno5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272630494475268082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some facts about him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ohno is often referred to as the leader of Arashi by the fans and fellow band members, despite his distaste of the role. He reluctantly won against fellow member Sakurai Sho the role of a leader in a game of &lt;i&gt;rock-paper-scissors&lt;/i&gt; and has been saying how Sakurai Sho is more fit to be leader since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ohno is seen to be the quiet daydreamer of the group and is often seen with a blank look on his face. He rarely has much to say during talk shows and interviews, usually only voicing out to say strange, random, irrelevant things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ohno is famously known to obliviously antagonize temperamental SMAP member Nakai Masahiro, his senior, in the latter's music show Utaban by innocently throwing frank, funny comments and dropping out Japanese honorifics. Nakai Masahiro admitted that he dreaded the times when Ohno opens his mouth, but the two maintain a good relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ He is known to have one of the best voices in Johnny's Entertainment. Ohno is also arguably the best dancer in Arashi and one of the bests in Johnny &amp;amp; Associates. He choreographs his solo dances as well as Arashi's dances in the 2006 Summer concert. He also has a passion for drawing and clay sculpting, and had recently showed interest in wood carving and house building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ In 2008, he became the first artist in Johnny's who held an art exhibit entitled "Freestyle". The exhibit featured his works accumulated in a span of 10 years, displaying all of his artworks and drawings, including his 100 clay figures. "Freestyle" was held at Omotesandou Hills from February 21 - 29, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Drama Series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maō (魔王, lit. 'The Devil'?), is a Japanese remake of the Korean suspense drama series titled Ma Wang (마왕) which aired on KBS in 2007. The drama stars Ohno Satoshi of Arashi and Ikuta Toma, both under the talent agency Johnny &amp; Associates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Synopsis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruse Ryo (Ohno Satoshi) is a two-faced lawyer: on the surface, he is a kind-hearted soul, representing the poor and earning the nickname "The Angelic Lawyer" from the press; but unbeknownst to anyone else, he is also a "devil," meticulously plotting the perfect revenge against those responsible for his younger brother's death. Serizawa Naoto (Ikuta Toma) is a gung-ho detective whose overzealous methods mask a dark past which he is trying to overcome. When a family acquaintance of Serizawa's is murdered, Serizawa is thrust in the middle of a multiple-homicide case which stirs up memories of a dark event from his past - and Naruse's.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;(click to play song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Miywkp2PxD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=666666&amp;primaryColor=cccccc&amp;secondaryColor=333333&amp;linkColor=cccccc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Miywkp2PxD/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=666666&amp;primaryColor=cccccc&amp;secondaryColor=333333&amp;linkColor=cccccc"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/cpDn7ks/music/Mn_pApCp/beautiful_days/"&gt;Beautiful Days - 嵐&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kanji&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空に輝くよキラリ　星がじわり　にじんでくよ&lt;br /&gt;悲しいほどキレイだね&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;話を聞いてほしいこと　あれもこれもあるけれど&lt;br /&gt;握りしめて　抱きしめて　しわくちゃのまま&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星に願うといつか　叶うというけれど&lt;br /&gt;夢の中でしか僕ら　永遠(とわ)にもう会えない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空に輝くよキラリ　星がじわり　にじんでくよ&lt;br /&gt;帰り道ナミダが止まらない　僕はずっと&lt;br /&gt;空に想い出がぽろり　涙ほろり　こぼれてくよ&lt;br /&gt;悲しいほどキレイだね&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;悲しみを分けあって　涙の数へらすより&lt;br /&gt;喜びを　分かちあえないほうがつらいね&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;まぶたの奥に映る　こぼれる笑顔が&lt;br /&gt;いまでも勇気くれるよ　もう一度会いたい&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空に向かって歌うよ　そう歌うよ　声のかぎり&lt;br /&gt;不思議だね一人じゃないんだ　僕はずっと&lt;br /&gt;空に向かい手を振るよ　この手振るよ　力こめて&lt;br /&gt;それが僕らのサイン&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;楽しくても　苦しくても&lt;br /&gt;もう僕らは会えない　どんなに願ってても&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空に輝くよキラリ　星がじわり　にじんでくよ&lt;br /&gt;帰り道ナミダが止まらない　僕はずっと&lt;br /&gt;空に想い出がぽろり　涙ほろり　こぼれてくよ&lt;br /&gt;悲しいほどキレイだね&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空に向かって歌うよ　そう歌うよ　声のかぎり&lt;br /&gt;不思議だね一人じゃないんだ　僕はずっと&lt;br /&gt;いつまでも忘れないよ　忘れないよ　君といつか&lt;br /&gt;空に描いた未来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romaji&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora ni kagayaku yo kirari hoshi ga jiwari nijin deku yo&lt;br /&gt;Kanashii hodo kirei dane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanashi wo kiite hoshii koto are mo kore mo aru keredo&lt;br /&gt;Nigirishimete dakishimete shiwakucha no mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoshi ni negau to itsuka kanau to iu keredo&lt;br /&gt;Yume no naka de shika bokura towa ni mou aenai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora ni kagayaku yo kirari hoshi ga jiwari nijin deku yo&lt;br /&gt;Kaerimichi namida ga tomaranai boku wa zutto&lt;br /&gt;Sora ni omoide ga porori namida horori koboreteku yo&lt;br /&gt;Kanashii hodo kirei dane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanashimi wo wake atte namida no kazu herasu yori&lt;br /&gt;Yorokobi wo wakachi aenai hou ga tsurai ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabuta no oku ni utsuru koboreru egao ga&lt;br /&gt;Ima demo yuuki kureru yo mou ichido aitai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora ni mukatte utau yo sou utau yo koe no kagiri&lt;br /&gt;Fushigi dane hitori ja nainda boku wa zutto&lt;br /&gt;Sora ni mukai te wo furu yo kono te furu yo chikara komete&lt;br /&gt;Sore ga bokura no sain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanoshikute mo kurushikute mo&lt;br /&gt;Mou bokura wa aenai donna ni negattete mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora ni kagayaku yo kirari hoshi ga jiwari nijin deku yo&lt;br /&gt;Kaerimichi namida ga tomaranai boku wa zutto&lt;br /&gt;Sora ni omoide ga porori namida horori koboreteku yo&lt;br /&gt;Kanashii hodo kirei dane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora ni mukatte utau yo sou utau yo koe no kagiri&lt;br /&gt;Fushigi dane hitori ja nainda boku wa zutto&lt;br /&gt;Itsumademo wasurenai yo wasurenai yo kimi to itsuka&lt;br /&gt;Sora ni egaita mirai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining brightly in the sky, the stars zonate and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful that it cause sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I want to hear about those stories,&lt;br /&gt;I grasp and hold them tightly until they crumpled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they say wish upon a star and it will come true,&lt;br /&gt;we can only see eternity in our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining brightly in the sky, the stars zonate and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop my tears all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Memories are showered in the sky, tears are slowly overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful that it cause sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not able to share happiness is harder than&lt;br /&gt;sharing sadness to lessen the tears, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes, I can see your overflowing laughter&lt;br /&gt;which keep on giving me courage. I want to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing towards the sky, until to the extend of my voice.&lt;br /&gt;It's strange that I'm always not alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wave my hands toward the sky, I'll wave my hands with all my strength.&lt;br /&gt;That's our sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even it's fun, even it's painful.&lt;br /&gt;We can't see each other anymore no matter how much we wish to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining brightly in the sky, the stars zonate and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop my tears all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Memories are showered in the sky, tears are slowly overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful that it cause sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing towards the sky, until to the extend of my voice.&lt;br /&gt;It's strange that I'm always not alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ever forget, I'll forget the day&lt;br /&gt;we drew the future on the sky.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Random facts about the single '&lt;b&gt;Beautiful Days&lt;/b&gt;':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ "&lt;b&gt;Beautiful Days&lt;/b&gt;" is the &lt;b&gt;twenty fourth&lt;/b&gt; single from the Japanese boy band Arashi, was released on November 5, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The title song is being used as the theme song for the drama &lt;b&gt;Ryūsei no Kizuna&lt;/b&gt;, staring Arashi member Ninomiya Kazunari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The single debuted at the top spot on the Japanese chart with total index sales figure of 83,052 (an estimated 145,341 copies sold on the first day). This is Arashi's 13th straight number one release in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oricon_chart"&gt;Oricon chart&lt;/a&gt;  and their 21 number one overall with a total of 352,000 copies sold in the first week. &lt;b&gt;Beautiful Days&lt;/b&gt; also topped the ranking for Music Station's Ringtone Ranking.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369148anlq9et7l4.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow need to wake up early...&lt;br /&gt;have to go to Manjung with my mom at 7.30...&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss Gubra!!! &lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/281/281072wll9an1l4a.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to watch the ending anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i want to record it and show it to you guys!!! &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331670viwtp4oonl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i can watch it a &lt;i&gt;gazillion&lt;/i&gt; times!!! &lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/281/281078v3iirhg9dq.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i just love those two... &lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/281/281075w7632x3esc.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-5611268502262719749?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5611268502262719749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=5611268502262719749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5611268502262719749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5611268502262719749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/otanjoubi-omedetou.html' title='Otanjoubi Omedetou!!!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSwlf8cXL_I/AAAAAAAAA-I/yCKMKVV0IpQ/s72-c/thohno5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-3820948538930037965</id><published>2008-11-25T12:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:25:01.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JPop'/><title type='text'>Wee!!!</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many times have i used 'Wee!!!' for my post title... &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/429/429777zo2912lr15.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there's this one friend of mine in Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;I introduced her to Katekyo Hitman Reborn a few months ago..&lt;br /&gt;then, last night, when we were chatting,&lt;br /&gt;I asked her 'who's your fav character?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what she answered!!!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;HAYATO!!! &lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331664jdsd1leq29.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;and i went for joke-hunting last night,&lt;br /&gt;i'll share some with you!!! &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331670viwtp4oonl.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Appropriate Names&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young Native American boy approaches to his mother one day with a puzzled look on his face. “Say, mom, why is my bigger brother named ‘Mighty Storm’?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because he was conceived during a mighty storm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, why is my sister named ‘Cornflower’?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, your father and I were in a cornfield, when we made her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And why is my other sister called ‘Moonchild’?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We were watching the moonlanding while she was conceived... Tell me, Torn Rubber, why are you so curious?”&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Country Style&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A city slicker shoots a duck out in the country. As he’s retrieving it, a farmer walks up and stops him, claiming that since the duck is on his farm, it technically belongs to him. After minutes of arguing, the farmer proposes they settle the matter "country style."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What’s country style?" asks the city boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Out here in the country," the farmer says, "when two fellers have a dispute, one feller kicks the other one in the balls as hard as he can. Then that feller, why, he kicks the first one as hard as he can. And so forth. Last man standin’ wins the dispute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warily the city boy agrees and prepares himself. The farmer hauls off and kicks him in the groin with all his might. The city boy falls to the ground in the most intense pain he’s ever felt, crying like a baby and coughing up blood. Finally he staggers to his feet and says, "All right, n-now it’s–it’s m-my turn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer grins. "Aw, hell, you win. Keep the duck."&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Grass Eaters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, a wealthy lawyer was riding in the back of his limousine when he saw two men eating grass by the roadside. He ordered his driver to stop and he got out to investigate. “Why are you eating grass?” he asked one man. “We don’t have any money for food,” the poor man replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, come along with me then,” instructed the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, sir, I have a wife and two children!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bring them along!” replied the lawyer. He turned to the other man and said, “Come with us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But sir, I have a wife and six children!” the second man answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bring them as well!” answered the lawyer as he headed for his limo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all climbed into the car, which was no easy task, even for a car as large as the limo. Once underway, one of the poor fellows says, “Sir, you are too kind. Thank you for taking all of us with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer replied, “No problem. The grass at my home is almost a foot tall.”&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;The Hot Shot Businessman&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young businessman had just started his own law firm. He rented a beautiful  office and had it furnished with antiques. Sitting there, he saw a man come into  the outer office. Wanting to look like a big hot shot, the businessman picked up  the phone and started to pretend he was dealing for a settlement in a big case. He threw huge figures around and made bold comments. Finally he hung up and  asked the visitor, "Can I help you?" The man said, "Yeah, I've come to activate your phone lines."&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Materialistic Lawyer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very successful lawyer parks his brand-new Lexus in front of his office, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he gets out, a truck passes too closely and completely rips off the door on the driver’s side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer immediately grabs his cell phone, dials 911, and within minutes a policeman pulls up. Before the officer has a chance to ask any questions, the lawyer starts screaming hysterically that his Lexus, which he had just bought the day before, is now completely ruined and would never be the same, no matter what the body shop did to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lawyer finally calms down a bit, the officer shakes his head in disgust and disbelief. "I can’t believe how materialistic you lawyers are," he says. "You are so focused on your possessions that you don’t notice anything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say such a thing?" asks the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop replies, "Don’t you know that your left arm is missing from the elbow down? It must have been torn off when the truck hit you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God!" screams the lawyer. "Where’s my Rolex?!"&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Why Men Don't Write Advice Columns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example of why men do not write advice columns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Walter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can help me. The other day I left for work, leaving my husband in the house watching TV as usual. I hadn't gone more than a few hundred yards down the road when my engine conked out and the car slowed to a halt. I walked back home to get my husband's help. When I got home I couldn't believe my eyes. He was parading in front of the wardrobe mirror dressed in my underwear and high-heel shoes, and he was wearing my make-up. I am 32, my husband is 34, and we have been married for twelve years. When I confronted him, he tried to convince me that he had dressed in my lingerie because he couldn't find his own underwear. But when I asked him about the make-up, he broke down and admitted that he'd been wearing my clothes for six months. I told him to stop or I would leave him. He lost his job six months ago and says he has be en feeling increasingly depressed and worthless. I love him very much, but ever since I gave him the ultimatum he has become increasingly distant. I don't feel I can get through to him anymore. Can you please help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila Lusk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sheila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of problems with the engine. Start by making sure there is no debris in the fuel line. If it's clear, check the clips holding the vacuum hoses onto the intake manifold. If none of these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the carburetor float chamber. I hope this helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Mexican Bungee Jump&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice and Frank are Bungee-jumping one day. Alice says to Frank, you know, we could make a lot of money running our own Bungee-jumping service in Mexico."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank thinks this is a great idea, so they pool their money together and buy everything they'll need; a tower, an elastic cord, insurance, etc. They travel to Mexico and begin to setup on the square. As they are constructing the tower, a crowd begins to assemble. Slowly, more and more people gather to watch them at work. By the time they had finished, there was such a large crowd gathered they thought it would be a good idea to give a demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Alice jumps. She bounces at the end of the cord, but when she comes back up, Frank notices that she has a few cuts and scratches. Unfortunately, Frank isn't able to catch her and she falls again, bounces and comes back up again. This time, she is bruised and bleeding. Again, Frank misses her. Alice falls again and bounces back up. This time she comes back pretty messed up -- she's got a couple of broken bones and is almost unconscious. Luckily, Frank finally catches her this time and says, "What happened? Was the cord too long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely able to speak, Alice gasps, "No, the Bungee cord was fine. It was the crowd. What the hell is a pinata?!"&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;The Smart Blonde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde and a lawyer are seated next to each other on a flight from LA to NY. The lawyer asks if she would like to play a fun game? The blonde, tired, just wants to take a nap, politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks. The lawyer persists and explains that the game is easy and a lot of fun. He explains, "I ask you a question, and if you don't know the answer, you pay me $5.00, and vise versa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, she declines and tries to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer, now agitated, says, "Okay, if you don't know the answer you pay me $5.00, and if I don't know the answer, I will pay you $500.00."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This catches the blonde's attention and, figuring there will be no end to this torment unless she plays, agrees to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer asks the first question. "What's the distance from the earth to the moon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde doesn't say a word, reaches into her purse, pulls out a $5.00 bill and hands it to the lawyer. "Okay," says the lawyer, "your turn".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks the lawyer, "What goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four legs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer, puzzled, takes out his laptop computer and searches all his references, no answer. He taps into the air phone with his modem and searches the net and the library of congress, no answer. Frustrated, he sends e-mail to all his friends and coworkers, to no avail. After an hour, he wakes the blonde, and hands her $500.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde says, "Thank you," and turns back to get some more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer, who is more than a little miffed, wakes the blonde and asks, "Well, what's the answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, the blonde reaches into her purse, hands the lawyer $5.00, and goes back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Stand by Your Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman’s husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day. One day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, "You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there to support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got shot, you were by my side. When we lost the house, you stayed right here. When my health started failing, you were still by my side. You know what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What dear?" She gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you’re bad luck, why don’t you fuck off?"&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Valentine Poems&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local newspaper ran a competition asking for a poem with the most romantic first line, but the least romantic second line. Here are some of the entries they received: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could love no other&lt;br /&gt;Until, that is, I met your brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;sugar is sweet, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,&lt;br /&gt;the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of loving beauty you float with grace.&lt;br /&gt;If only you could hide your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;&lt;br /&gt;This describes everything you are not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;But don't take that paper bag off of your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your smile, your face, and your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm good at telling lies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife&lt;br /&gt;Marrying you screwed up my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face when I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That's why I always wake up screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;What have you stepped in to smell this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you no words can tell,&lt;br /&gt;Except for maybe "go to hell." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What inspired this amorous rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;Two parts vodka, one part lime. &lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;the jokes below are my top 3!!! &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331670viwtp4oonl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Running Rabbit&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rabbit running through the forest stumbles upon a deer rolling a joint. The rabbit says, “Don’t do that. Come running with me. It’s much more fun!” The deer takes off with the rabbit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come across an elephant doing coke. “Come running with us, elephant,” says the rabbit. “You’ll feel so good!” The elephant decides to join in the fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals encounter a lion about to shoot up. Before the rabbit can say anything, the lion knocks it unconscious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deer screams, “Lion, what are you doing? He’s trying to help us!” The lion answers, “The fucker makes me run around the forest like an idiot every time he takes Ecstasy!” &lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Presidential Train Ride&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and Laura Bush and Bill and Hilary Clinton are traveling by train to the Super Bowl. At the station George and Laura each buy a ticket and watch as Bill and Hilary buy just one ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are the two of you going to travel on only one ticket?" asks George W, astonished at what he is seeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch and learn," answers Hilary. They all board the train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and Laura take their respective seats but Bill and Hilary cram into a toilet together and close the door. Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the toilet door and says, "Ticket, please." The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bushes see this happen and agree it was quite a clever idea. So after the game they decide to try a similar plan on the return trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they get to the station they see the Clinton's at the window buying a single ticket for the return trip. To their astonishment, the Clinton's see that the Bushes don't buy any ticket at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you taking a terrible chance by traveling without a ticket?" says Hilary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch and learn," answers Laura Bush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they board the train the Bushes cram themselves into a toilet and the Clinton's cram into another toilet just down the way. Shortly after the train leaves the station, George W. leaves their toilet and walks over to the Clinton's toilet, knocks on their door and says, "Ticket, please." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're still trying to figure out how the Democrats lost the election? &lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;b&gt;Redneck Naming&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy's pregnant sister was in a terrible car accident and went into a deep coma. After being in the coma for nearly six months, she wakes up and sees that she is no longer pregnant. Frantically, she asks the doctor about her baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor replies, "Ma'am, you had twins! A boy and a girl. The babies are fine and your brother came in and named them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman thinks to herself, "Oh no, not my brother... he's an idiot!" Expecting the worst, she asks the doctor, "Well, what's the girl's name?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Denise," says the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new mother says, "Wow, that's a beautiful name! I guess I was wrong about my brother. I like Denise." Then she asks, "What's the boy's name?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Denephew." &lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times i read 'Redneck Naming', i keep &lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369302w5prxq4bp9.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;. &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331667ie33gendtd.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331680b77gdu6uu5.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Music Station...&lt;br /&gt;that's the only show where i can know some Japanese songs/singers...&lt;br /&gt;like Arashi, Angela Aki, V6, News, Kimura Kaela, YUI etc. etc. etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331686z9opnenneb.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i know Arashi...&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Sakurairo - Angela Aki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fEujYRZ0vec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/fEujYRZ0vec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;nice, right? &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331670viwtp4oonl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet ying likes it... &lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331665oqpolq4f9b.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;and here's Music Station's ranking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CD Weekly Hit Ranking&lt;/b&gt; for 21st November, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 儚くも永久のカナシ by UVERworld&lt;br /&gt;2. Dream Fighter by Perfume&lt;br /&gt;3. Beautiful Days by 嵐 &lt;br /&gt;4. 連れてって　連れてって by DREAMS COME TRUE&lt;br /&gt;5. あしたの空 by SPEED&lt;br /&gt;6. ORION by 中島美嘉&lt;br /&gt;7. 時の足音 by コブクロ&lt;br /&gt;8. 情熱の代償 / ESCAPE by GIRL NEXT DOOR&lt;br /&gt;9. 「職業：アイドル。」 by アイドリング!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. おしゃれ番長 feat.ソイソース by ORANGE RANGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CD Album Hit Ranking&lt;/b&gt; for 21st November, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LAST CHRISTMAS (EXILE BALLAD BEST) by EXILE&lt;br /&gt;2. もう二度と… by BENI&lt;br /&gt;3. ORION by 中島美嘉&lt;br /&gt;4. Beautiful Days by 嵐&lt;br /&gt;5. 素直になれたら by JUJU feat. Spontania&lt;br /&gt;6. おしゃれ番長 feat.ソイソース by ORANGE RANGE&lt;br /&gt;7. 情熱の代償 by  GIRL NEXT DOOR&lt;br /&gt;8. 白い花 by TRIPLANE&lt;br /&gt;9. I'll Be There by BRIGHT&lt;br /&gt;10. LOVE LETTER by 大塚 愛&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch Sepet later at 3.45!!!  &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever noticed that Ng Choo Seong looks like Ohno Satoshi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSuZwQ28VfI/AAAAAAAAA-A/ClWtaeryq8o/s1600-h/Copy+of+sepet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 74px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSuZwQ28VfI/AAAAAAAAA-A/ClWtaeryq8o/s200/Copy+of+sepet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272476843205481970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSuZLRjlrgI/AAAAAAAAA94/rCjZXdxO3Q4/s1600-h/swduet1205115sb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSuZLRjlrgI/AAAAAAAAA94/rCjZXdxO3Q4/s200/swduet1205115sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272476207737581058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just me... &lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369286qzqm85uhnl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-3820948538930037965?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3820948538930037965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=3820948538930037965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/3820948538930037965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/3820948538930037965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/wee_7960.html' title='Wee!!!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSuZwQ28VfI/AAAAAAAAA-A/ClWtaeryq8o/s72-c/Copy+of+sepet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-5366558066743526905</id><published>2008-11-24T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:10:32.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My Imagination Has Gone Wild</title><content type='html'>the title says everything... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this morning,&lt;br /&gt;when i was doing math (&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/471/471644gkym6e3nfu.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;),&lt;br /&gt;i found something... interesting.. &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331667ie33gendtd.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. PQ is the perpendicular bisector of ST at R. Which of the following is &lt;b&gt;true&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; ST at R = ST @ R = STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDD!!!&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;below is my most wildest (&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331667ie33gendtd.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;) imagination &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwXxUTGNe2U&amp;amp;hl=en&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/jwXxUTGNe2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;did you watch the video above?&lt;br /&gt;there's where my imagination came in... &lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331695r6nz4zs4x4.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari singing that song to Gokudera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HIBARI &lt;b&gt;singing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!!! &lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331674y1tficnfrl.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-5366558066743526905?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5366558066743526905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=5366558066743526905' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5366558066743526905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/5366558066743526905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-imagination-has-gone-wild.html' title='My Imagination Has Gone Wild'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-8564266280552302623</id><published>2008-11-23T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:04:57.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Gubra</title><content type='html'>i watched Gubra...&lt;br /&gt;fine...&lt;br /&gt;i admit...&lt;br /&gt;it's not really nice &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(because there's no Ng Choo Seong...)&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know which part that i liked the most?? &lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331670viwtp4oonl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the credits, Orked was seen snuggling beside a topless Jason. Both wore wedding rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snuggling!!!&lt;br /&gt;SNUGGLING!!!&lt;br /&gt;S-N-U-G-G-L-I-N-G!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wedding rings!!!&lt;br /&gt;WEDDING RINGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;W-E-D-D-I-N-G   R-I-N-G-S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topless!!!&lt;br /&gt;TOPLESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;T-O-P-L-E-S-S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...the last one is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; random... &lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/264/264165x3bbkcd9x7.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;to anyone who haven't watched sepet...&lt;br /&gt;the video below is merely a part of the movie...&lt;br /&gt;but it's nice!! &lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331670viwtp4oonl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FwQYPzgVW3U&amp;amp;hl=en&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/FwQYPzgVW3U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;right??? &lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/281/281066o5k0dbtt32.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know...&lt;br /&gt;there's this one dude that commented on this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nggak bisa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orang cina harus pulang semuanya ke cina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalian bikin kacau negeri orang aja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayo orang malay usir semua orang cina bau ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kami orang indo siap menggantikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a racist, huh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-8564266280552302623?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8564266280552302623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=8564266280552302623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8564266280552302623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8564266280552302623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/gubra.html' title='Gubra'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-1613763998749487497</id><published>2008-11-22T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:00:12.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Wee!!!</title><content type='html'>Ain likes gokudera!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!!!!!!!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSjwiAQWccI/AAAAAAAAA9g/nzwZCLEvY5Q/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Katekyo-Hitman-Reborn_NekoiEchizen%280.73%29__THISRES__207771+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSjwiAQWccI/AAAAAAAAA9g/nzwZCLEvY5Q/s400/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Katekyo-Hitman-Reborn_NekoiEchizen%280.73%29__THISRES__207771+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271727830811963842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to ying:&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll179/prankster94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blerk.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll179/prankster94/blerk.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--- lambo style&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-1613763998749487497?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1613763998749487497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=1613763998749487497' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1613763998749487497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1613763998749487497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/wee_22.html' title='Wee!!!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSjwiAQWccI/AAAAAAAAA9g/nzwZCLEvY5Q/s72-c/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Katekyo-Hitman-Reborn_NekoiEchizen%280.73%29__THISRES__207771+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-1358787505058245115</id><published>2008-11-21T11:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:40:40.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Pokemon Diamond!! X33</title><content type='html'>I've decided to choose Piplup as my 1st pokemon!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSYpBaeAryI/AAAAAAAAA9A/aF7sSD57MS4/s1600-h/Pochama_Sugimori_Platinum.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSYpBaeAryI/AAAAAAAAA9A/aF7sSD57MS4/s200/Pochama_Sugimori_Platinum.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270945518145548066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base stats:&lt;br /&gt;*HP:     53  &lt;br /&gt;*Attack:     51  &lt;br /&gt;*Defense:     53  &lt;br /&gt;*Sp. Atk:     61  &lt;br /&gt;*Sp. Def:     56  &lt;br /&gt;*Speed:     40  &lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Weak to:  &lt;br /&gt;  *  Grass : 2×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Electric : 2×&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistant to:&lt;br /&gt;  *  Steel : ½×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Fire : ½×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Water : ½×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Ice : ½×&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal Effectiveness:&lt;br /&gt;  *  Normal : 1×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Fighting : 1×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Flying : 1×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Poison : 1×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Ground : 1×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Rock : 1×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Bug : 1×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Ghost : 1×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Psychic : 1×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Dragon : 1×&lt;br /&gt;  *  Dark : 1×&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Prinplup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSYqbk1Ju-I/AAAAAAAAA9I/PZJH6_K_BVs/s1600-h/140px-394-Prinplup.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSYqbk1Ju-I/AAAAAAAAA9I/PZJH6_K_BVs/s200/140px-394-Prinplup.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270947067115191266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base stats:&lt;br /&gt;*HP: 64   &lt;br /&gt;*Attack: 66   &lt;br /&gt;*Defense: 68   &lt;br /&gt;*Sp. Atk: 81   &lt;br /&gt;*Sp. Def: 76   &lt;br /&gt;*Speed: 50   &lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Weak to   &lt;br /&gt;   *  Grass : 2×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Electric : 2×&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistant to:&lt;br /&gt;   *  Steel : ½×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Fire : ½×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Water : ½×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Ice : ½×&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal Effectiveness:&lt;br /&gt;   *  Normal : 1×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Fighting : 1×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Flying : 1×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Poison : 1×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Ground : 1×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Rock : 1×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Bug : 1×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Ghost : 1×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Psychic : 1×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Dragon : 1×&lt;br /&gt;   *  Dark : 1×&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Empoleon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSYrjqYF6KI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/cektaScXVds/s1600-h/140px-Art-Enperuto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSYrjqYF6KI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/cektaScXVds/s200/140px-Art-Enperuto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270948305554499746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special abilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empoleon can swim faster than a jet boat and, by using its razor sharp wings, can cut huge glaciers in a matter of seconds. It can also learn any attack that its pre-evolutions can learn, but Empoleon's attacks are stronger. As a fully-evolved Pokémon (and the final evolution of a Water-type starter Pokémon), Empoleon can learn Hyper Beam, Giga Impact and Hydro Cannon.&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Base stats:&lt;br /&gt;*HP: 84    &lt;br /&gt;*Attack: 86    &lt;br /&gt;*Defense: 88    &lt;br /&gt;*Sp. Atk: 111    &lt;br /&gt;*Sp. Def: 101    &lt;br /&gt;*Speed: 60    &lt;br /&gt; ~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt; Weak to:    &lt;br /&gt;    *  Fighting : 2×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Ground : 2×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Electric : 2×&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistant to:&lt;br /&gt;    *  Normal : ½×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Flying : ½×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Rock : ½×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Bug : ½×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Ghost : ½×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Steel : ¼×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Water : ½×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Psychic : ½×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Ice : ¼×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Dragon : ½×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Dark : ½×&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immune to:&lt;br /&gt;    *  Poison : 0×&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal Effectiveness:&lt;br /&gt;    *  Grass : 1×&lt;br /&gt;    *  Fire : 1×&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Empoleon has the highest base Special Attack of any second evolution starter Pokémon.&lt;br /&gt;- Empoleon is the only Steel-type Pokémon related to a starter Pokémon.&lt;br /&gt;- Empoleon has 11 resistances, the second most resistances of any Pokémon. It is surpassed only by Magnemite and its evolutions, who have 12 resistances. It shares this trait with the Legendary Pokémon, Dialga.&lt;br /&gt;- Empoleon is one of the only two Steel-type Pokémon that resist Water attacks, together with Dialga.&lt;br /&gt;- Empoleon is also one of the only two non-Ice-types that doubly resist Ice, together with Heatran.&lt;br /&gt;- No other Pokémon has the same type combination as Empoleon.&lt;br /&gt;- Empoleon is the only starter Pokémon that loses both its weakness and resistance against the initial types of the other two starter Pokémon in its final evolution, having no weakness or resistance against Grass-type and Fire-type attacks. It instead gains weakness to both Torterra (a Ground-type) and Infernape (a Fighting-type).&lt;br /&gt;- Empoleon is one of the three Pokémon that get STAB (Same-Type Attack Bonus) from Steel Wing. The other two are Scizor and Skarmory.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;X33!!!&lt;br /&gt;Empoleon's cool, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-1358787505058245115?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1358787505058245115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=1358787505058245115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1358787505058245115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1358787505058245115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/pokemon-diamond-x33.html' title='Pokemon Diamond!! X33'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSYpBaeAryI/AAAAAAAAA9A/aF7sSD57MS4/s72-c/Pochama_Sugimori_Platinum.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-253058553236352989</id><published>2008-11-19T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:03:16.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy &lt;s&gt;41st&lt;/s&gt; 14th Birthday, &lt;s&gt;Sardine&lt;/s&gt; Sarah!!!&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piccies!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;*mutters* why the heck did i give Nelycia the camera... she deleted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that  &lt;/span&gt;pic... T^T&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQkJaeaiLI/AAAAAAAAA7w/-E4PW8fNh98/s1600-h/CIMG0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQkJaeaiLI/AAAAAAAAA7w/-E4PW8fNh98/s200/CIMG0553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270377208074635442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(did you see that white balloon? yeah, that one!!! that's ours!!! :( they 'hijacked' our balloons!!! meanie kids!!! DX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQkJlhJITI/AAAAAAAAA74/L8uaH3pRSuE/s1600-h/CIMG0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQkJlhJITI/AAAAAAAAA74/L8uaH3pRSuE/s200/CIMG0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270377211038867762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this pic is just funny... XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQkJwhdqeI/AAAAAAAAA8A/swYr9SW69dM/s1600-h/CIMG0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQkJwhdqeI/AAAAAAAAA8A/swYr9SW69dM/s200/CIMG0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270377213993003490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the birthday girl!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQkKFzUEbI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cNUApW0K3fc/s1600-h/CIMG0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQkKFzUEbI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cNUApW0K3fc/s200/CIMG0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270377219705016754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(see where the birthday girl pointed her 'gun'?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQkKki6mvI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/P9OhSDrqK3A/s1600-h/CIMG0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQkKki6mvI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/P9OhSDrqK3A/s200/CIMG0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270377227957738226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(make a wish!!! psst.... later tell me what's your wish arh!!! &gt;.0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQniYrBpdI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/xKndipR01xU/s1600-h/CIMG0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQniYrBpdI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/xKndipR01xU/s200/CIMG0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270380935622272466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; present from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;of us... XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQninS-4pI/AAAAAAAAA8g/r-f9lbIXAWY/s1600-h/CIMG0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQninS-4pI/AAAAAAAAA8g/r-f9lbIXAWY/s200/CIMG0572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270380939547959954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(i bet you're wondering what's inside the box... XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQnjIdoUkI/AAAAAAAAA8o/DUzL5CnEKVs/s1600-h/CIMG0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQnjIdoUkI/AAAAAAAAA8o/DUzL5CnEKVs/s200/CIMG0573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270380948450988610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(o.0 err... i didn't give her that... the rest did... &gt;.&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQnjouFz6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/1utAamedtp4/s1600-h/CIMG0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQnjouFz6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/1utAamedtp4/s200/CIMG0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270380957109964706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(talk to the hand!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQnkBKtsgI/AAAAAAAAA84/1EmVgRd5jMQ/s1600-h/CIMG0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQnkBKtsgI/AAAAAAAAA84/1EmVgRd5jMQ/s200/CIMG0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270380963672470018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(ehh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna edit some of her pics!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;about those vids...&lt;br /&gt;i'll post 'em tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;i have a headache... =p&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/5614445543377130295-253058553236352989?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/253058553236352989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=253058553236352989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/253058553236352989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/253058553236352989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!!'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSQkJaeaiLI/AAAAAAAAA7w/-E4PW8fNh98/s72-c/CIMG0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-1925073357994383151</id><published>2008-11-18T22:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:33:34.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><title type='text'>Tutorial 1</title><content type='html'>this post is dedicated for all  photo-editing freaks out there!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You should start out by creating a 800 x 600 document. Now go to (filter - render - clouds) so you end up with something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLXVd8JqeI/AAAAAAAAA6A/5v_DaqSCbyE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLXVd8JqeI/AAAAAAAAA6A/5v_DaqSCbyE/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270011277791046114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now go to (filter - pixelate - mezzotint) and select short strokes in the drop down menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLXVWs3rAI/AAAAAAAAA6I/MDnO6FV4v2Y/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLXVWs3rAI/AAAAAAAAA6I/MDnO6FV4v2Y/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270011275847904258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add another filter (filter - blur - radial blur) and use the following settings, do this twice. In the second screenshot you can see the outcome of this third step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLXVjacApI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/00Or73clkKA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLXVjacApI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/00Or73clkKA/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270011279260254866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSOIZlQ7R8I/AAAAAAAAA7A/4brXh0XFT0E/s1600-h/zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSOIZlQ7R8I/AAAAAAAAA7A/4brXh0XFT0E/s200/zoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270205962034825154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Add a twirl (filter - distort - twirl) with an angle of 120.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLXVzgPKHI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/XhskjmLAABI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLXVzgPKHI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/XhskjmLAABI/s200/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270011283579545714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Duplicate the layer (layer - duplicate layer) and then change the blending mode to lighten. After that add a twirl (filter - distort - twirl) with an angle of -180.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLXWEAbQOI/AAAAAAAAA6g/CFlnTzpE_BQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLXWEAbQOI/AAAAAAAAA6g/CFlnTzpE_BQ/s200/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270011288009523426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Now it’s just time to colorize those 2 layers! So go to (image - adjustments - hue/saturation) and make sure you check the colorize box! Use the following 2 screenshots as a reference for the 2 layers. But you can always select other colors you like more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLYZl6tN1I/AAAAAAAAA6o/hqowuw3mqVQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLYZl6tN1I/AAAAAAAAA6o/hqowuw3mqVQ/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270012448163575634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLYZ58sg-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/N6LjliYVIfw/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLYZ58sg-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/N6LjliYVIfw/s200/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270012453540627426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And voila!!! Your masterpiece!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLYaGIOnHI/AAAAAAAAA64/dvcDAYdxATg/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLYaGIOnHI/AAAAAAAAA64/dvcDAYdxATg/s200/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270012456810224754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, sardine!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this evening!!! XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-1925073357994383151?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1925073357994383151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=1925073357994383151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1925073357994383151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/1925073357994383151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/tutorial-1.html' title='Tutorial 1'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSLXVd8JqeI/AAAAAAAAA6A/5v_DaqSCbyE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-8787735662113357432</id><published>2008-11-17T14:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:11:11.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Another Wallpaper</title><content type='html'>how's my new wallpaper?? =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEPWIbhqFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/IlewXdFZnrk/s1600-h/Red,+Purple,+Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEPWIbhqFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/IlewXdFZnrk/s200/Red,+Purple,+Blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269509911894665298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;i went for 6018 hunting this morning and these are my results:&lt;br /&gt;(click image for full-view)&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEQJnwQbDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/BUkpGX6cSbI/s1600-h/AS21%5ES03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEQJnwQbDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/BUkpGX6cSbI/s200/AS21%5ES03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269510796476443698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEQJ8ZDLpI/AAAAAAAAA5o/RWc7X_GCcSc/s1600-h/xxxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEQJ8ZDLpI/AAAAAAAAA5o/RWc7X_GCcSc/s200/xxxx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269510802016251538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEQJxeRcSI/AAAAAAAAA5g/b0zr8BFmXxg/s1600-h/ES21sr9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEQJxeRcSI/AAAAAAAAA5g/b0zr8BFmXxg/s200/ES21sr9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269510799085367586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(another electronic stuff  'destroyed' by shin... XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEQKdNHZjI/AAAAAAAAA54/XIVXyuAYA-A/s1600-h/SD_Shin_and_Sakuraba__ES21_by_satan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEQKdNHZjI/AAAAAAAAA54/XIVXyuAYA-A/s200/SD_Shin_and_Sakuraba__ES21_by_satan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269510810824566322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEQKRoWLbI/AAAAAAAAA5w/dpiqeLYfSMA/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEQKRoWLbI/AAAAAAAAA5w/dpiqeLYfSMA/s200/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269510807717555634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the 1st and last one... =3&lt;br /&gt;especially the 1st... &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;6018 fics!!!! X33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fanservice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we talk?" Shin asked, one afternoon, and that in itself was unusual, because most of the time, Sakuraba'd discovered, Shin simply told people things - he didn't *ask*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm, sure." Shin was frowning but that, by itself, meant nothing. Shin always seemed to be frowning, and if Sakuraba thought it was because of *him*, then he was just over-estimating his own importance in the world of Seijuro Shin, which was centered around football, football and football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin nodded and sat down, glancing at Sakuraba's lunch-box but not commenting on its contents, or on the fact that a regular eating-pattern was better for one's health than an irregular one. Sakuraba swallowed and abruptly decided he wasn't hungry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hastily stuffing his lunchbox into his backpack, Sakuraba risked another look at Shin's face, hoping for a hint as to what Shin wanted to talk to him about. He hadn't done too well on this morning's training, Sakuraba feared, only that was hardly unusual, sadly, and at least the coach hadn't yelled at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakuraba waited for Shin to open the conversation, reluctant to do so himself - he *knew* he wasn't as good as Shin was, and that he probably never would be as good as Shin was either; he didn't need Shin to come and rub it in. Besides, maybe this was just about something else - Maths, maybe, or that History-project he hadn't yet done anything about (not that he expected Shin to know that, but perhaps Shin simply wanted his help with something that had nothing to do with football).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, what did you want to talk about?" Sakuraba asked at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin's frown seemed to deepen. "Your fangirls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh." Sakuraba nearly sagged in relief. He rather thought Shin knew how he felt about *that* subject, for all that half their school and nearly all the members of the football-team seemed to blame him for having a personal fanclub. "Is that all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin frowned disapproval at him. "They are disrupting practice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry!" Sakuraba raised his hands. "I can't help it! It's not my fault!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You could ... discourage them," Shin suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How?" Sakuraba asked plaintively. "I've never done anything to encourage them in the first place - they just show up. There's nothing I can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe there is," Shin said. "These girls ... they like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" Sakuraba tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They think that you like them ... that you might like them if they'd manage to get your attention," Shin corrected himself. "They think you like girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakuraba wondered where on Earth Shin was going with this. "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, if you showed them they're wrong, they might leave you alone," Shin concluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I already ignore them as much as I can," Sakuraba pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're too passive in your defense," Shin said. "You should be more active."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you suggesting?" Sakuraba asked uncertainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin's frown returned in full force. "Show them you don't like girls. Crush their hopes. Demonstrate to them that their strategy is doomed to failure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust Shin to look at every problem as a football-match. Sakuraba sighed. "I don't see how I can do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin hesitated. Sakuraba resisted the sudden desire to pinch himself - Shin rarely displayed any kind of uncertainty or doubt. "It does not seem overly complicated to me," Shin said finally. Meaning he wasn't going to explain any further and expected Sakuraba to be able to work it out for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I - " Sakuraba started, as he spotted an unwelcome sight - a girl with a camera. Shin seemed to notice her at the same time, rising simultaneously, but, unlike Sakuraba, not seeming to be about to run for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't run away for the rest of your life," Shin said. "You have to do something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what?" Sakuraba wrung his hands. "I don't know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin gave him a sharp look, then nodded. Then grabbed Sakuraba in something that rather resembled a spear-tackle, as Sakuraba decided this was not the right place to hang around to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What - ?" Sakuraba squeaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few seconds, Sakuraba was too stunned to react. After that, part of his mind noted that Shin was actually remarkably good at this, part of his mind decided that those breathing-excercises sure came in handy now, and another, smaller part of his mind wondered if this really was the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It wasn't, it turned out - the next day, Sakuraba found himself being chased by girls who wanted a picture of him holding hands with Shin, or hugging with Shin, or making out with Shin, and Miracle Ito was babbling about how he'd always supported Gay Rights in Japan, and how this was a great way to boost the sales of Sakuraba's new CD and picture-book, and the coach took the both of them aside for a talk about how they shouldn't have sex before a game, or make eyes at one another on the field, to which Shin replied with an 'I understand, sir!' instead of asking what on earth the coach thought he was talking about, and it was all more or less even worse than it had been before, except that Shin now was his self-proclaimed boyfriend, which was, Sakuraba decided, kind of nice.)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;2. First and Goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! Football camp!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other members of the Oujou White Knights football team looked at Sakuraba a bit oddly as they got off the bus, unsure why he was so happy about a week of grueling training, but they just shrugged it off, finding their way to their cabins. Sakuraba did the same, fairly floating, with a dumb grin on his face, entering an empty cabin and tossing his bag down on one of the beds a moment before flopping down on it himself, sighing happily. “One whole week...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One whole week of what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, Sakuraba sat up, cheeks pinkening slightly when he saw Shin there, and then offering him a grin and a shrug. "One whole week without any fangirls, reporters or crazy managers. It'l be great!" And one whole week of sharing a cabin with Shin, Sakuraba's errant thoughts chimed in. This week might not be as easy as he thought it would be – he hadn' realized that he would be basically living with Shin for a whole week, though the idea should have at least occurred to him. But no, he was too preoccupied with the welcome break from all the stresses that surrounded him to think of the most stressful, potentially disastrous thing that could happen this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, Shin...which bed do you want to have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling his powerful shoulders in a careless gesture, Shin moved to the empty bed on the other side of the small cabin and placed his bag carefully on the floor. "This one is fine, since you've already taken the other one." He didn't know what had made him follow Sakuraba into this cabin, whether it was his odd outburst once he got off the bus, or just the mere fact that they were always together and it was second nature, but then again, wasn’t it usually Sakuraba following where he led?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sharp whistle sounded outside followed by some loud shouting, and Sakuraba jumped to his feet and started to hurry outside behind Shin, who was already on his way to start their week of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Owwwwww...you know, maybe I was wrong to be so excited about training camp. The fangirls don't usually catch me, and if they do, they don’t tackle as hard as Otawara – though it is a near thing." Stretching, Sakuraba winced as he heard his back pop, groaning low in his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiffening slightly at the sound, Shin searched through his bag for his towel and grabbed a change of clothes as well. "I'm heading to the showers, and you should too, or you’ll be too stiff in the morning." Slinging the white towel over his shoulder, Shin exited the room, putting some much-needed distance between himself and his friend, hoping that Sakuraba would ignore the advice he couldn’t help tossing out. It was hard enough to ignore his attraction to the other boy normally. In the shower...images of Sakuraba, skin flushed from the warm water, steam around him, skin glistening with beaded water filled Shin's mind, and he forcefully pushed them away. He did not need this distraction, not now. This was something for the privacy of his bedroom, in the depths of the night, where no one could see his longing for his friend and teammate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinking down onto his bed, Sakuraba exhaled softly, nibbling on his lower lip and debating about whether he should go shower, or just collapse on the bed and die now. In the end, though, Shin's advice and logic won out, as it tended to do. He did know about these sorts of things, since he was always training, working hard to get better, faster, stronger. Casting one last longing look at the bed, Sakuraba grabbed his things and headed for the showers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual shower antics of high school boys were going on, stealing and snapping of towels, switching cold and hot water, and so on. Finally the shower room started clearing as the scent of dinner could be smelled throughout the camp. Sakuraba was standing in his boxers, drying off his hair, when he noticed that the only person left in the room was Shin, who was still standing under the water, eyes closed. Did he fall asleep standing? Could Shin even do that? Immediately, Sakuraba snorted at the thought. Of course Shin could do that; he could do anything if he wanted to. That was just the type of guy that Shin was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingerly padding back over to the showers, Sakuraba stood a few feet away from Shin, not wanting to startle him. "Shin...oi, Shin...you sleeping? It's time to eat." Dark, piercing eyes flew open and fixed Sakuraba with a stare, holding the eye contact for a long moment before looking away to turn the water off. "Sorry about that. It was loud in here, so I was trying to tune everything out. I guess I did too good of a job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakuraba handed Shin his towel that hung on a hook nearby, pointedly not looking at the other teen. "Even you must be hungry after that workout. You worked twice as hard as the rest of us...and before you start, yes, I know you eat a nutritionally balanced meal at set times, and it’s sufficient for the amount of work you do, but it doesn't mean that you don't get hungry, right?" Sakuraba’s own stomach let go a soft rumble just at the thought of food, and he flushed in embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, even wildly popular teen idols get hungry from time to time." Sakuraba was proud of himself that only the barest traces of bitterness and sarcasm showed in his tone of voice, which most wouldn't pick up on. Unfortunately, 'most' wasn't Shin Seijuro. But all he did was acknowledge it with a slight arching of one brow, filing the reaction away to think upon later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out of the shower area, Shin walked back towards the benches where they left their clothes, rubbing at the excess water beaded on his skin, Sakuraba hurrying over towards his clothes, flustered at Shin's utter unconsciousness in his nudity. He certainly never got over it, was always aware of being half-undressed at photo shoots or appearances. But then again, Shin was always so confident, totally comfortable in his own skin, and Sakuraba envied that. Shouldn't he be that way too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week was going by in a rather uneventful fashion. The White Knights would wake up early, have a light breakfast, do basic training for endurance and footwork in the mornings, have a nutritious lunch (with lots of carbohydrates and vitamin C, per Kantoku's instructions), and then would play practice matches in the afternoon. Then it was the showers, dinner, and crawling into bed for some needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last night there, one last night before returning to the real world, filled with crazy demands on his time, crazed fangirls that stalked him wherever he went, a demanding manager...the list went on and one. Sakuraba wasn't ready to drop off to sleep right away, wasn't ready to give up this last bit of peace and freedom. Lying awake in that little cabin with Shin just a few feet away was just not an option, so he silently slipped out into the moonlit night, making his way through the camp towards the lake he had noticed while jogging. Reaching the shore, Sakuraba crouched down, trailing the tips of his fingers in the water, watching the ripple grow and then ultimately fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down at the water's edge, Sakuraba frowned, seemingly studying the water, but rather, looking past it towards something that couldn't be seen. Ripples...was that all this was? All he was? A ripple in a pond that never went too far before fading away? Did he even want to be more than a ripple? Now Shin...Shin was someone who was so much more than a ripple; he was a force of nature. He would keep moving forward towards his goals, leaving all the ripples in his wake to be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a sound behind him, and Sakuraba froze, found out. He didn't want to turn around, in case a reporter or a fangirl found the camp and they were waiting for confirmation that it was indeed Sakuraba Haruto that they found all alone in the middle of nowhere. Nor did he want to turn around and find Kantoku staring at him, ready to punish him with laps, extra workouts, or being benched. It was with mixed feelings that he turned and looked at Shin as he sat down beside him, looking over the moonlit water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Couldn't sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was stating the obvious, and Sakuraba couldn't help but laugh and nod. "Yeah, I'm sorry I woke you up, I was trying to be quiet, but I guess I wasn't quiet enough, huh?" He had left the cabin because he didn't want to be lying there alone in the same room as Shin, but now they were totally alone, with only the trees standing like silent sentinels around them, the moon lighting the night with it's pale glow, dancing across the lake's surface, glittering on the ripples that Sakuraba had regarded so broodingly just a few short moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin only shrugged; he hadn't been sleeping when Sakuraba left, so he hadn't woken him up. He had been just lying there, listening to the meter of Sakuraba's breathing, resisting the urge to cross the space between their two beds, because he knew the other teen wasn't sleeping, and it was altogether too tempting, even though he knew he shouldn't, knew people would see it as wrong, knew it could ruin Sakuraba's career if they were found out...and there was the small detail that he wasn't certain Sakuraba was even interested. Shin was certain in all things, and being so uncertain was unsettling to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was afraid of who it might be, when I heard someone behind me, but..." After a long moment of thought, Sakuraba could say with a slight upwards curve to his lips, "I'm glad it was you." And that just made Shin not want to admit that he had been there for a while, watching Sakuraba as he sat silently bathed in moonglow, wondering what he was thinking about so hard, standing there until he couldn't watch anymore, so he allowed himself to make a noise, glad for the break in Sakuraba's solemn expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhaling softly at the silence that was his only answer, Sakuraba nibbled on his lower lip a moment and then stopped, remembering all the times his mother and his manager would berate him for doing that - you don't see teen idols with chapped lips, now do you? Perhaps...perhaps now was the time to confront Shin on the confusing thoughts and feelings he had been having the past few months, that way it could be put behind them and they could move on - but then, there was still that tiny kernel of hope that kept saying that stranger things could happen than his friend and teammate not being opposed to another guy having feelings for him. "Shin..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning sharply at hearing the same uncertainty he was feeling mirrored in Sakuraba's voice, Shin just watched as the other teen seemed to come to grips with something, waiting to see just what that something was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If a guy...a guy you knew...had feelings for another guy...that you also know...do you think that's wrong?" Okay, so it wasn't exactly a confession, but there was nothing wrong with testing the waters first, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...except the waters were freezing cold, if anything could be told from Shin's silence. The light from the moon wasn't enough to show the flicker of surprise that crossed the stoic teen's face, not quite having expected to hear that from Sakuraba. Gathering his scattered thoughts, Shin blinked in surprise when Sakuraba suddenly shot up, flashing one of his television smiles, and brushing off his clothes. "You know what, I think I'm tired now, so I'm gonna go to bed. See you in the morning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sakuraba all but ran off, Shin did the most natural thing he could think of - standing in a fluid motion, he reached out one of his arms and hooked it around Sakuraba's waist, bringing him to the ground with his Spear Tackle. Sakuraba's eyes were wide and panicked, his breathing erratic, but before he could stammer out any number of apologies or explanations, Shin covered the other teen's lips with his own. That should answer Sakuraba's questions, plus any others he hadn't had the courage to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakuraba's brain had quite happily gone out to lunch, and any questions were immediately forgotten in Shin's kiss. All his senses were screaming with an overload of sensations - Shin's weight on top of him, the scent of soap and shampoo and bruised grass, and the taste of toothpaste and something that was just Shin, there was no other explanation for it. This was actually his first kiss, he had been forbidden to date since his fans would react badly to it, and discovering his preferences made it even harder for him. It would be disastrous to his career and his place on the football team if he was discovered, so it was kept secret from everyone...well, not everyone anymore, and Sakuraba could care less. Especially if that meant he'd get to kiss Shin more, because right now, there was nothing else he'd rather do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling away a minute later, Shin got up off of Sakuraba and held a hand out to help him up. "We should probably get back to the cabin before we get caught out here. Kantoku won't be happy if he does." But when Sakuraba stood and went to pull his hand away, Shin only grasped it tighter, not letting go, the merest shadow of a smile softening his normally stern features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipping back into their cabin, none the wiser of their night-time escapade, Sakuraba turned and grinned at Shin, feeling happier than he had in a long time. All the stresses of being the media-proclaimed "ace of the Oujou White Knights", of his responsibilities to his career, it all felt much more bearable now. "So...can we try that kissing thing again, now that I haven't had the wind knocked out of me by that Spear Tackle of yours?" He winced playfully, holding his ribs as if they were broken. "I kind of feel bad for our opponents, having to be on the receiving end of that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin just regarded Sakuraba, and the taller teen's eyes widened in shock at hearing something that could have passed for a laugh. "If you're not careful, you'll be getting tackled pretty often."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at the double meaning in Shin's statement, Sakuraba just winked. "I'm a receiver, remember? I'm used to getting tackled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flash of jealousy passed through Shin, and his jaw tightened as he clamped down on the feeling. It was only a joke, nothing for him to get worked up about, but he couldn't help it. Sakuraba's popularity was widespread, they saw the results of it everywhere they went. It was something they'd have to continually deal with...it was just a good thing that he was so fast, so they could outrun the fangirls together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tugging on Sakuraba's hand, which he still held tightly in his own, Shin pulled him towards his bed, not quite ready to let go of the other teen, in case what had happened between them would be left behind in the light of the morning. "We should get some sleep, we're leaving in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling awkward for only a moment, Sakuraba curled up with Shin on the too-small bed, remembering the ripples from before. Sometimes they didn't just fade away, sometimes they got absorbed into something bigger, something greater than just a ripple. A ripple could become a wave, become part of something even more powerful, like a tsunami. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, feeling like perhaps being a ripple wasn't such a bad thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Sakuraba's smile, Shin pressed a light kiss to his forehead, feeling like it was something he should do, before dropping off to sleep as well. They could think about what happened next later. Tonight they would just enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;3. Who Dunnit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a week before the Spring tournaments began, and the Oujou White Knights were working out in their state of the art training facility. Sakuraba Haruto, the team’s designated wide receiver, was spotting for his friend and star line backer, Shin Seijuurou, as the latter did bench presses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Shin, we’ve only got one week till the tournament starts, maybe you shouldn’t be pushing yourself this much.” said the reluctant teen-idol as his partner sat up from the bench, his shirt soaked through with perspiration. Wakana, the team’s adorable manager, hurried over to hand Shin a towel, and he dried himself off before he replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’m not pushing myself. I know the risks of overworking right before a match, that’s why I’ve only been benching 100 kilos instead of my customary 130.” Before Sakuraba could let his low self-esteem take further damage from the fact that Shin was lifting twice his maximum while going easy, the head coach of the White Knights, Joushi Gunpei, came up next to the pair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Sakuraba’s got a point; I can’t afford to have you overextend yourself right before the opening game to the most important tournament of the year. Shin, you’re done for the day, hit the showers.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yes sir.” After Shin had left, Gunpei turned towards the rest of the team and called out, “Ten more minutes, people! Wrap things up!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shin found his locker inside the shower room and began to undress, and had the author been a diehard fangirl in love with Shin, a steamy and meticulously detailed account of Shin’s physical appearance filled with spicy phrases like “rippling sinews” and “sculpted abdomen” would have been included, but that not being the case, we shall move on to less distracting and more important parts of the story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Shin was undressing, and when he opened his bag to get his change of clothes, he discovered several items that he did not recall packing in the morning. He pulled out several publications; of what type he could not tell. These were much thinner than magazines, but had a larger face than regular books. And most interesting of all…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Hmm, all of them have pictures of me and Sakuraba on the cover.” A look inside the first page of one immediately answered his curiosity. “Ah, these must be those comic books that I keep hearing about.” Intrigued to find more images of himself and his teammate inside, he read on, wondering at the close proximities and awkward positions that he and his teammate kept finding themselves in, but when he turned onto the ninth page…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sakuraba entered the locker room ahead of the rest of the team, exhausted from the workout and thankful for the chance at last to clean up and rest for the day. He was surprised to see Shin still in his old clothes and sitting still on the bench in front of his locker like a silent statue, a wad of something crushed between his fists.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Hey man, how come you haven’t showered yet? What are these?” Shin remained silent as Sakuraba bent down to pick up one of the comic books, who would later on much regret his innocent act of curiosity, for unlike Shin, he flipped quickly to the middle. Sakuraba’s eyes squinted, then widened, then bulged, and then…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;b&gt;YAAAAAHHHHH! MY EYES! IT BURNS!”&lt;/b&gt; Sakuraba flung the source of the torment to the floor and clutched his eyes as he dropped to his knees, his body flinching in physical pain from the image that had been burned through his retinas and into the back of his skull. It was at this point that Shin spoke out, his voice colder and more deadpan then usual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Sakuraba, that comic just now...” The wide receiver paused in his agony to listen. “Why were you and I touching each other in a non-sportsman-like manner?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I don’t know! I don’t know! How… how did this… how’d this stuff get here in the first place?” Sakuraba looked up slowly at Shin and terror spread through his being. “Th… the… they’re not yours, are they?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, or fortunately, the team’s main offensive lineman, the hulking Ootawara Makoto, chose that moment to burst through the door to the locker room, with a chained Ikari Daigo in tow, followed by Takami Ichirou, the veteran quarterback, and the rest of the team. “HEY! WHAT’S UP YOU TWO? What’chya doing there sitting like a couple of tired old men, huh? Reading comic books? Didn’t know you liked this kind of stuff, Shin!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ootawara, perhaps due to his thicker nerves or simpler brain construction akin to the anatomical makeup of large dinosaurs, did not receive the shock which so damaged Sakuraba. Surprise was another thing however, and he showed his by proclaiming in a gigantic bellow, &lt;b&gt;“HOOOOOLLLY MOOOLLLY! SHIN AND SAKURABA ARE MAKING OUT LIKE A COUPLE OF RABBITS IN HEAT!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shin stiffened further, and Sakuraba had tears streaming from his eyes as he went into a frenzy and tried to tear the accusing book from Ootarawa’s hands, screaming, &lt;b&gt;“LIIIIES! ALL LIIIIIIES!”&lt;/b&gt; But to no avail, the damage had been done; the big linesman had shown the images to the other members of the team, who took on various shades of green. A few dashed for the stalls, from where the unappetizing sounds of offerings being made to the porcelain goddess were soon heard. Others muttered quietly amongst themselves as they cast suspicious glances at the distraught wide receiver and stony line backer. When it was his turn to look, Ichirou’s eyeglasses shattered. Wakana turned an impossible shade of red and ran out with her hands covering her burning face. What business she had in the men’s locker room in the first place, we don’t know. One could accuse her of having ulterior fangirl motives, like sneaking in during the uproar for some eye candy, but benefit of the doubt should always be granted to cute team managers who in their innocence are obviously incapable of such evil intent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coach Gunpei stepped into the room then and silenced the commotion with an overpowering shout, “&lt;b&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ichirou turned towards the direction from where Gunpei’s voice came (his glasses were shattered by the images) and replied. “It appears that someone brought yaoi doujin to the locker room, sir.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gunpei’s weathered face turned red—not with embarrassment, mind you—and glancing over his team, some of whom still had their heads in the toilet bowls, one was crying and falling to pieces, and another clamed up within himself, he roared out in full fury, “&lt;b&gt;WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Several miles away, in the Deimon Devil Bat’s clubhouse, Hiruma observed the ordeal in real-time on his satellite-uplinked laptop with a grin so wide that all his fangs were bared. Seeing this, Mamori remarked, “You certainly seem to be in a good mood today.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I just found out that my presents to some friends were well received. Giving is truly more rewarding than receiving! NYAHAHAHAHAHA!”&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate Kisses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Come on”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“No”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Please?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I said no!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Come on Shin,” Sakuraba said, batting his eyes at the ace of the Ojo White Knights, “You know you want it”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He threw the red box at his boyfriend. Shin caught the box of Pocky in one hand and studied it with a withering look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’ve told you a million times, Sakuraba, and I’ll tell you again: I don’t like sweets!” The tall blonde scowled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Pocky isn’t a &lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt;! Its &lt;i&gt;Pocky&lt;/i&gt;!” Shin mockingly scowled back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Whatever it is, its horrible for you and I don’t want any!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Fine! Suit yourself” Sakuraba sniffed, licking the chocolate off his fingers. Shin’s eyes followed the deft swoops of his tongue. Up, down, swirling around the tip of his index finger. About halfway through cleaning his left hand, Sakuraba caught the eyes that were following his tongues’ every move and he grinned. Plucking a single piece of Pocky from the box, he placed it between his lips, chocolate side out. “Please Shin,” he begged, “just try it! If you don’t like it, I’ll never make you eat another piece ever again!” Sighing, Shin leaned forward and bit the tip off of the sweet, chewed, and swallowed. And then an amazing thing happened. Seijuro Shin, ace of the Ojo White Knights and one of the most unexpressive people ever born, smiled. He then continued to eat the piece of Pocky bite by bite until his mouth clashed with Sakuraba’s in an all-out war for the final bit. He could still catch the faint taste of chocolate from the previously devoured sticks on his tongue. They finally came up for air about five minutes later. Sakuraba grinned deviously. “So Shin, what’ll ya give me for the last piece?”&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;5. Not A Defenseless Idol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As long as he had played football, Sakuraba had always watched Shin. Shin was strong. Shin was fast. Shin understood the game, their opponents' flaws, as well as their own flaws, and knew how to win. Shin had a wonderful muscled body and should not be allowed to change in the same room as the other players… Oops, wrong trail of thought, or Sakuraba was in for another shower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Shin talked to Sakuraba normally. He was the only one who was being honest with him. Well, their coach was too, but that was his job. Shin told Sakuraba that he wasn't good enough, and even though it was depressing with all the training he was going through, that was also motivating. He would train and train again, until he reached a level worthy of the linebacker. Even in everyday life, because they spent quite a lot of time together, Shin acted normally and that was refreshing. Well, if he talked a little more, that would be good, but that was the least of Sakuraba's problems right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friendship was great, but Sakuraba wanted more, even though he was probably going to end up ridiculous. He was tired of waiting for something that wouldn't come if he didn't act. After all, he was not a defenseless idol, he was a football player, and when a football player needed to act, he acted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was it about acting already? Now that he had Shin right in front of him, the thought felt far far away from him. And that was only the first part of the Plan… the easy part. Great! Not a defenseless idol, not a defenseless idol, he repeated himself to get some courage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Er… Do you… Do you intend to go see 'Tokyo Force'?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It shouldn't be that difficult. They had already seen movies together. Of course, at the time, they weren't part of the Plan, so that was different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yes, we can go together if you want," Shin answered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank God, Shin was doing half the work for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sure, that would be cool," Sakuraba said, hoping that he was not blushing, or at least that it was not visible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 1: Success!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They had to stand in line for 10 minutes to buy the tickets. Sakuraba was getting impatient. But at the same time, he was not in a hurry to be in a dark room with Shin. That Plan was a bad idea. He should just watch the movie and shut up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You're not very talkative today."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sakuraba started. A remark like that coming from Shin of all people, that was bad. Shin didn't talk much, but he was sensitive. He noticed everything. Fortunately, he couldn't know why Sakuraba was silent. Though he would know soon, that was the point of all this, wasn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sorry, I must be tired."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They finally entered the dark room. The trailers had already begun. Sakuraba loved watching them, but for now, he just couldn't pay any attention to them. He almost didn't notice the beginning of the movie. Not that it mattered. It was an action movie, it was for fun, not for reflection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it was time for the Plan. He needed to do it now, or he was going to end up crazy. He felt his nails digging into his flesh, so he tried to calm down a little. Not a defenseless idol, not a defenseless idol…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Shin?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shin turned towards him… and Sakuraba pressed their lips together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was doing it, he was finally doing it! But there was no reaction from Shin… Sakuraba pulled away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sa… Sakuraba? What are you doing?" Shin asked, still shocked from what had just happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Er… No… it's nothing… I'm sorry, it was just a joke," Sakuraba blurted out before taking his bag and leaving in a hurry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If it was a joke, why was he running away like a thief? Sakuraba knew all along that he was going to be ridiculous, but he didn't think it would be that much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 2: Complete failure! Maybe he should just go study in a different high school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, he did his best to avoid Shin. It wasn't too difficult, considering Shin didn't look like he wanted to talk to him. That wasn't really surprising.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came the time of football practice. And, of course, the other two players left in the locker room with Sakuraba and Shin had to be ready first and leave them alone. It figured!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You didn't see the end of the movie," Shin mentioned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No," Sakuraba mumbled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I thought you would come back."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I… I didn't feel well." Oh, what a great idea to change excuses! That sounded very believable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It was a good movie."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hm…" Sakuraba had found a whole new attraction to his shoes. They were very nice. Shin's were too. Wait a minute, why were Shin's shoes so close to his?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sakuraba suddenly found himself pressed between the wall and Shin's body, and why did football players need to wear so much equipment, that wasn't comfortable at all, and… And in fact, that didn't matter when you had Shin's hot tongue in your mouth, and Shin's hands holding your wrists, and Shin's body pressing against yours…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The linebacker pulled away after a couple of minutes: "Let's go, it's time for practice," he said, rather coldly. He walked to the door, but then, he turned and added: "Next time, be sure not to run away!" Sakuraba, still weak in the knees, smiled when he heard the wink in his partner's voice, even though Shin would never actually wink, of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, Sakuraba still felt like a defenseless idol, but that wasn't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;6. Self Awareness For Dummies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing with Shin is, he's kind of stupid. Not &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt; stupid, not like say Ootawara, who occasionally has to be reminded that pants are obligatory and whose brain tends to overheat if he thinks too hard about something. But for a smart guy who does well in all his classes, who works out his own finely balanced nutrition plans, and who can analyse all an opposing team's strengths and weaknesses with only a few minutes' observation, Shin is extremely stupid about some things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This selective stupidity explains, for example, why Shin has never wondered about his complete lack of regard for girls. Not that he &lt;i&gt;dis&lt;/i&gt;likes them, he just doesn't find them at all interesting: they're neither opponents nor team mates, and none of them ever seem interested in football beyond asking him if he can introduce them to Sakuraba. Conversely, Shin is very interested in anyone who plays football, be they enemy (so he can size them up) or ally (so he can monitor their physical and mental well-being). This is why he takes such meticulous note of the muscle structure of his fellow players. The shape of the biceps brachii, the swell of the quadriceps femoris, the stretch of the trapezius running down into the latissimus dorsi: all these things speak volumes about a person's strength, speed and stamina, and these are important things to know about his opponents and his team mates. And, being stupid, Shin can quite easily assume that this is the one and only reason for his sharp eye and keen interest when it comes to the male physique.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is also this stupid streak that allows Shin to be completely oblivious to the not entirely subtle attraction that Sakuraba's harboured towards him for quite a long time now. Not that it's blindingly obvious: you'd have to spend a fair bit of time around the two of them before it became apparent, and certainly none of their team mates would notice, because they're teenaged boys, hardly renowned for their emotional awareness (hell, Ootawara's still struggling with the concept of regular pants-wearing). Only Takami might possibly have an inkling, and that enigmatic smile of his could mean almost anything and conceal even more. But Shin can read an opponent's thoughts and intentions in the brief instant before a feint or tackle, and keeps strict watch on his team mates for any sign of mental or emotional weakness that might threaten their abilities. For him to be so utterly ignorant of the way Sakuraba looks at him, and doesn't quite smile, and rarely meets his eyes for more than a few moments, can only be attributed to pure stupidity. And even when he notices the rise in Sakuraba's breathing rate and the increased bloodflow to the other boy's face, he puts it down to adrenaline from training, anticipation before a match or just general excitability, and that's all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the build-up to the Fall Tournament, at Mount Fuji and afterwards, Shin &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; notice with an approving eye the increase in Sakuraba's body mass and his rapidly improving muscle tone. He recognises the heightened level of dedication and effort his team mate must have put in to achieve such improvements, and makes a mental note to advise Sakuraba not to build up his pectoralis major or the muscles of his rotator cuff much further; too much upper body mass would unbalance him on the field and make him a less effective player, and would also look unnatural on Sakuraba's relatively ectomorphic frame. He also notices, while scrutinising the other boy's neck (the sternocleidomastoid is moving smoothly) that Sakuraba's cut some of his hair off. A lot of it, in fact. Shin wonders briefly when that happened (though he vaguely recalls someone saying something about Sakuraba looking different; was this what they were talking about?), and then wonders why he wondered, and then wonders about &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;. He doesn't get very far with it, though, and almost immediately forgets it in favour of examining Sakuraba's gastrocnemius for signs of stress or inflammation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sakuraba's become stronger, and Shin approves of that, and not only because it makes him a greater asset to the team. Because he and Sakuraba have been friends for a long time, and he knows how much Sakuraba wants to be a strong player, to be a useful person for the White Knights, and the fact that he's finally learned how to do that pleases Shin, even if he'd be completely incapable of expressing it (just another string to his bow of stupid). And also, in a weird, irrational way, because of his memory of &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;night: Sakuraba down on his knees in the pounding rain, pleading with Shin to know how, just &lt;i&gt;how &lt;/i&gt;he's supposed to be strong enough when he's only an ordinary person. Afterwards Shin put the twisting sensation in his gut down to indigestion, and reconsidered his intake of fibre and protein, but he's just smart enough to know that he never wants to see Sakuraba like that again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before the game against Sankaku, Shin gives his team a final once over, and is pleased to see strength and determination and Ootawara wearing pants. And when he meets Sakuraba's eyes, there's something hard and certain in them, a confidence that Shin doesn't recall seeing there before. (They're nice eyes, he notices in an abstracted sort of way, but he doesn't even think to wonder about that; there's a game to be won.) He watches during the game as Sakuraba and Takami pull off those ultra-high passes with a precision and assurance that's thoroughly professional, and feels an odd swell of pride at how his team mates - all of them - have progressed. Afterwards, he meets Sakuraba's gaze again and nods in acknowledgement of a task well performed; Sakuraba smiles a little, and the hardness is gone from his eyes but the certainty remains, and Shin thinks that he's seeing the real Sakuraba Haruto now, maybe for the very first time. And for the first time, Shin really &lt;i&gt;looks&lt;/i&gt;, without scanning for muscle tone or injury potential, and is somewhat surprised by what he sees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shin is stupid, stupid enough that emotional subtleties tend to pass him by, but also stupid enough to acknowledge unselfconsciously and without censorship those emotions that smack him right in the face. Consequently, it doesn't take him long to realise what's happening, and his solution is characteristically straightforward, clean and blunt as one of his tackles; he simply approaches Sakuraba after training one day, noting with interest the small stab of jealousy he feels at seeing Sakuraba and Takami leaning on each other, laughing over some private joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I need to speak with you," he says, and Sakuraba looks a little surprised, but says "sure" and follows him. Shin leads him behind the bleachers, the nearest place they can converse without anyone else listening or watching, then turns and meets Sakuraba's enquiring expression, and doesn't hesitate in saying what he needs to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I like you," he tells Sakuraba plainly. "I mean, I'm attracted to you," he clarifies, not certain if he's been understood, because Sakuraba's only reaction is a wide, blank stare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I thought it would be best to tell you," Shin presses on, "Because keeping such feelings hidden could have adverse effects on my performance, and that would be bad for the team. This shouldn't affect my interactions with you, unless my feelings for you make you uncomfortable. In which case I'll leave the team, of course."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, because it's only rational: he's the one with who's attracted to a team mate, and if that causes a problem he'll leave, whatever the Coach or anyone else might say. It doesn't even occur to Shin how monumentally stupid an offer it is, and how it really wouldn't work, and how it might affect his entire life. Just as it never occurred to him not to say anything to Sakuraba, because he can't imagine &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; being honest about something like this, in a situation where it could jeopardise his effectiveness as a player and be detrimental to the team as a whole. Sakuraba is still looking at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I," he says finally. "I never, I mean, I - but I never thought you - I mean, &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;like &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shin nods. Sakuraba continues to stare disbelievingly at him, and Shin decides the quickest way to prove he's being truthful is with a practical demonstration. So he hooks a hand around Sakuraba's neck, in a gesture that's more like a tackle than a caress, drags his head down and kisses him, hard and direct as always; he's never done this before, but how difficult could it be? He counts off five seconds while Sakuraba's mouth is compacted against his, then lets go and takes a step back. Sakuraba stares at him open-mouthed for several more seconds, and then laughs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Wow," he says, sounding breathless. "You're so not good at that!" And Shin doesn't know what he means until Sakuraba steps forward and kisses him in return, and his mouth is careful and oh so clever. Shin lets himself be guided through this strangely gentle thing, Sakuraba's hand on the back of his neck and his head tilted at an angle that's odd, yet somehow makes perfect sense. When they break apart, Shin feels a little breathless himself, his heart hammering like he's just run laps, and Sakuraba is grinning at him in delight, because he's finally found something he's better at than the great Shin Seijuuro, and he's going to enjoy it while he can, though he knows his superiority won't last long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because Shin might be kind of stupid about some things, but he's always been a very fast learner.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i need more 6018 love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/5614445543377130295-8787735662113357432?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8787735662113357432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=8787735662113357432' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8787735662113357432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8787735662113357432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-wallpaper.html' title='Another Wallpaper'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSEPWIbhqFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/IlewXdFZnrk/s72-c/Red,+Purple,+Blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-8001168940441309417</id><published>2008-11-16T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:12:50.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Sepet</title><content type='html'>i watched sepet just now...&lt;br /&gt;it's a movie...&lt;br /&gt;T^T&lt;br /&gt;the ending was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; sad that i cried....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSA7fv-jlpI/AAAAAAAAA5I/5rrpVVGv53s/s1600-h/sepet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSA7fv-jlpI/AAAAAAAAA5I/5rrpVVGv53s/s320/sepet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269276980664309394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepet is a 2004 Malaysian romantic comedy drama film set in Ipoh, Malaysia. Directed by Yasmin Ahmad, it tells a tale of a love that blooms between a Chinese boy and a Malay girl. Sepet is a Malay word which, in this context, refers to the 'slit eyes' of the Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Plot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-year old Ah Loong (who also called himself "Jason") is in charge of a stall selling pirated VCDs. Contrary to the stereotype of his social standing, Ah Loong is an incurable romantic with an unlikely hobby: He loves to read and write poetry. Quite content to carry on being the Romeo of the slums, Ah Loong's life takes a sudden turn one day when a Malay schoolgirl, Orked, arrives at his stall. She is in search of films starring her favorite actor Takeshi Kaneshiro. Love blossoms between Orked and Ah Loong, although there are social and racial pressures that stand in their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Ah Loong is involved in a motor vehicle accident while Orked is going to England to pursue her studies. It is not clear if he lived or died until the sequel, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gubra" title="Gubra"&gt;Gubra&lt;/a&gt; which shows that Jason really did die. After the credits finish rolling however, Orked is shown wearing a wedding ring sleeping beside Jason, who also has a wedding ring. In &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mukhsin" title="Mukhsin"&gt;Mukhsin&lt;/a&gt;, Jason and the adult Orked are shown to be living together. However, the adult Orked is not called by her name in this scene as the young Orked is.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Awards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;18th Tokyo International Film Festival 2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Best Asian Film Award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ninth Malaysian Video Awards&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Best Film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;27th Créteil International Women's Film Festival in France&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Best Film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;18th Malaysian Film Festival&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Best Film&lt;br /&gt; * Best Original Screenplay (Yasmin Ahmad)&lt;br /&gt; * Best Poster&lt;br /&gt; * Best Supporting Actress (Ida Nerina)&lt;br /&gt; * Most Promising Actor (Ng Choo Seong)&lt;br /&gt; * Most Promising Actress (Sharifah Amani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Global Chinese Golden Arts Awards&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Best Film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anugerah Era 2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Best Film&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being cynical in character, Yasmin Ahmad included a few sarcastic remarks of today's Malaysian society in her film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Orked had on a few occasions sarcastically criticized her friend, Lin, about her obsession with Western male celebrities, particularly Leonardo Dicaprio. She even told off Lin's Western-facelike Malay boyfriend for failing his English in the SPM examinations. This was in reference to the teenage Malays nowadays' obsession with Western celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Orked rebutted Lin's boyfriend for questioning her love relationship with a non-Malay, i.e. Jason, by telling him Malay men had been marrying non-Malays for generations. This indirectly referred to today's quite prevailing biased perceptions of people having inter-racial love relationships. It was also expressed through Keong's dialogue with Jason when the former was hospitalized. Keong had said people in the olden times can marry each other regardless of race but people in the today's more civilized society tend to fight over and think too much of such matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mak Inom expressed her gratefulness to God after knowing Orked obtained a scholarship to study overseas despite getting 5As in the SPM examinations. Kak Yam, who was sitting beside her, solemnly said Jason had 7As (probably a few years back but wasn't even offered a scholarshhip). This indirectly criticized the Malaysian Government's perceived biased treatment in handing out scholarships to non-Bumiputras.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;some funny moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At a Chicken King restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orked: I like your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Loong: Uh... thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Orked: Where did you get it done?&lt;br /&gt;Ah Loong: Oh. Bisexual hair salon.&lt;br /&gt;Orked: I think you mean 'unisex'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At a Chinese restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Loong: This is Keong.&lt;br /&gt;Orked: Keong. Jason said you weren't handsome. He lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At a Malay restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Loong: You never told me you could play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;Keong: But you've known it for years.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Loong: Who's asking you? I was asking her, moron.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;haha!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;next sunday, i'm gonna watch the sequel!!!!&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;if you watch the movie,&lt;br /&gt;i bet you'll cry at the end of the movie...&lt;br /&gt;especially when Orked's reading the letter that Ah Loong gave her... T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who do you think is the one that answered Orked's phone call at the end of the movie??&lt;br /&gt;i think it's Ah Loong's soul... T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;why does forbidden love always hurt in the end~? T^T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-8001168940441309417?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8001168940441309417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=8001168940441309417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8001168940441309417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/8001168940441309417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/sepet.html' title='Sepet'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SSA7fv-jlpI/AAAAAAAAA5I/5rrpVVGv53s/s72-c/sepet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-6790290895317503494</id><published>2008-11-16T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:35:05.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><title type='text'>More Wallpapers</title><content type='html'>wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;i can put the codes for comment!!! ^o^&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;i made a couple of  wallpapers using photoshop last night..&lt;br /&gt;check it out! ^o^&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/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SR--UKFxvjI/AAAAAAAAA44/oWAVs09QMys/s1600-h/Green_Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SR--UKFxvjI/AAAAAAAAA44/oWAVs09QMys/s200/Green_Wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269139342562016818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(you can see the horizontal and vertical lines, right?? i'm trying to get rid of the lines in the image... sigh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SR--URfyNvI/AAAAAAAAA5A/PpUo7kV37p4/s1600-h/Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SR--URfyNvI/AAAAAAAAA5A/PpUo7kV37p4/s200/Wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269139344550147826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(silk with stars!!! i like this one!! =3)&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/5614445543377130295-6790290895317503494?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6790290895317503494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614445543377130295&amp;postID=6790290895317503494' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/6790290895317503494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614445543377130295/posts/default/6790290895317503494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hani-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-wallpapers.html' title='More Wallpapers'/><author><name>Hani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954105977976547865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWoqvW6qYUs/Tw15cYkyZAI/AAAAAAAABaw/94bQAgCgza8/s220/P7262198.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SR--UKFxvjI/AAAAAAAAA44/oWAVs09QMys/s72-c/Green_Wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614445543377130295.post-7364010623781714411</id><published>2008-11-15T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:14:24.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><title type='text'>New Wallpaper</title><content type='html'>i created this wallpaper a few days ago...&lt;br /&gt;and then ying taught me how to capture the screenshot!!! =3&lt;br /&gt;i heart you, ying!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SR5aNhDW4OI/AAAAAAAAA4g/TM3iXf3SV3g/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Nhkmr7n98/SR5aNhDW4OI/AAAAAAAAA4g/TM3iXf3SV3g/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268747802327310562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that GIMP and PHOTOSHOP in the middle...&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i should put it there... :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5614445543377130295-7364010623781714411?l=hani-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' t
