<?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-4091296766875711323</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:16:33.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ギリギリで</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-2262316549989888954</id><published>2010-09-02T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:35:03.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Sake of Blogging</title><content type='html'>In an attempt to sound not as melodramatic as I would have sounded had I said, 'my life is over,' I shan't. But there really isn't any better way to describe it, so. My life is over. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, seriously, over. This seems like the sort of thing that requires blogging and not diary (never could tell the difference between 'dairy' and 'diary'. They look the same!) angsting... Anyway. Over over over over over over. Goodbye Spain, goodbye England, I'll visit when I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye laptop - darling, I shall miss you most dreadfully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello homework and hello exams. Also, hello sore fingers. Been seeing you around of late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello books, I hope. Let's run off into the sunset together. To Ireland. To plant potatoes. In the north. Where nothing will ever sunder us apart! Except for bad grammar, maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello textbooks. You're gonna burn when this is over! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-2262316549989888954?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2262316549989888954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=2262316549989888954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/2262316549989888954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/2262316549989888954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-sake-of-blogging.html' title='For the Sake of Blogging'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-6498461591283624083</id><published>2010-02-21T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:35:00.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sudden Realisation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I laugh at myself. I was ridiculously angsty (angst is German, I think. and 'angsty' doesn't seem to actually exist. Should it be 'angst-filled' or something?) early last year. Really angsty. And the year before last year too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A sudden realisation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am a happy, happy person and I feel a lot better being a happy, happy person compared to being an unhappy, unhappy person who lost her friends (I don't actually think that Melody and Su Xuan's loss of friendship were because of me, but anyway. They might have been though, ridiculously angst-filled was I. Me thinks that me is a better friend now) because she was unhappy, unhappy (and stupid. My past-self was ridiculously stupid. I was awfully spiteful in P6, have I mentioned? I should keep a journal. I could laugh at my 15 (not yet, actually) year old self, perhaps? I really am very happy now though. Thank God the blogger page doesn't look cramped. This paragraph is long! I should change the font. Font changed! -is glad-). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A post that actually makes sense! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-6498461591283624083?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6498461591283624083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=6498461591283624083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/6498461591283624083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/6498461591283624083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/sudden-realisation.html' title='A Sudden Realisation!'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-7186220553896808961</id><published>2009-07-15T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:15:42.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-cake-</title><content type='html'>I feel like cake now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am a boring person D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've only ever posted about cake and onigiri and mochi before D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must learn to crave more food!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like ice-cream now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in, soft and melty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is craving sleep... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-7186220553896808961?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7186220553896808961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=7186220553896808961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/7186220553896808961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/7186220553896808961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/cake.html' title='-cake-'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-8184711668795233935</id><published>2009-07-15T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:12:09.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onigiri~~~</title><content type='html'>I have onigiri!~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost forgot!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onigiri!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONIGIRI~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-is happy-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-muchly so-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dances a victory dance-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-because it's a victory :D-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sort of-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onigiri!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-8184711668795233935?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8184711668795233935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=8184711668795233935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/8184711668795233935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/8184711668795233935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/onigiri.html' title='Onigiri~~~'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-9012607438165092694</id><published>2009-07-15T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:08:34.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-title here-</title><content type='html'>This is an update :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do wish that the school year would end now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-9012607438165092694?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-3057247662113625189</id><published>2009-06-28T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:34:05.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee~~ -dances in joy- Part II</title><content type='html'>Oh. I shall read more books and practice more. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kudos to the first real update in a long time!~ :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-3057247662113625189?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3057247662113625189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=3057247662113625189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/3057247662113625189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/3057247662113625189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/whee-dances-in-joy_28.html' title='Whee~~ -dances in joy- Part II'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-3581712288963065970</id><published>2009-06-28T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:30:33.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee~~ -dances in joy-</title><content type='html'>Back to school tomorrow. I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to it at all. I have decided to study 'whoa' hard. And I'm going to lock my laptop in my cupboard in it's bag where I can't see it. And I'll only take it out when I really need it. Me thinks that it's a fairly good idea. No distractions when I'm trying to do my homework~ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to study to aim to be a doctor! I don't think that I actually want to, but thinking about becoming a doctor seems to motivate me a fair bit. So right now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOAL:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Study hard to become a successful doctor!~ (in 15 years?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have woken up from my laziness! During my free time, I shall study Japanese (because it's like (not quite, actually) a hobby) and occasionally watch dramas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe even Italian too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... And Chinese. I guess. Though that's more of a 'work' time thing than a 'free' time thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall make a small sign to paste somewhere in my room (where I can see it) to remind me of my goal when I feel like using the laptop for rubbish! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall ask my teachers for help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Tis shall not only be words~ It will be done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall stay far away from people in my school!~ (easily done)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yosh!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us begin once tomorrow starts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-3581712288963065970?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-3898522548732722685</id><published>2009-05-28T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:21:00.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>-is glad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-offers mushroom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-3898522548732722685?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3898522548732722685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=3898522548732722685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/3898522548732722685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/3898522548732722685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-4176287864960479598</id><published>2009-05-28T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:18:27.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoji</title><content type='html'>Blogger needs emoji.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-4176287864960479598?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4176287864960479598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=4176287864960479598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/4176287864960479598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/4176287864960479598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/emoji.html' title='Emoji'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-8262350097143356020</id><published>2009-05-10T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:44:37.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update~</title><content type='html'>Hello all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an UPDATE!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail has emoji!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Docomo emoji!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been cheerfully stressful lately and the weather is really warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please remember to drink more water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been able to type a lot faster lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is happy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And small laptops are inconvenient :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-8262350097143356020?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8262350097143356020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=8262350097143356020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/8262350097143356020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/8262350097143356020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-update.html' title='Another Update~'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-636598541769358327</id><published>2009-04-26T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:12:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>My settings were changed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why -wonders-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-636598541769358327?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/636598541769358327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=636598541769358327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/636598541769358327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/636598541769358327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-4791866818400234640</id><published>2009-04-26T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:09:59.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why!</title><content type='html'>Why oh why does my blog only show a few posts on one page?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember configuring the blog settings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. If you have sad smileys all together in a row, they look like happy smileys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, why are sad smileys still called smileys? They're sad, and sad things aren't supposed to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO INVESTIGATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-4791866818400234640?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4791866818400234640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=4791866818400234640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/4791866818400234640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/4791866818400234640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html' title='Why!'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-8260606063759693673</id><published>2009-04-26T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:02:36.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay~</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since my last update, I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this above has been an update-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-8260606063759693673?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-653880712626364725</id><published>2009-04-02T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:26:32.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm.... -ponders-</title><content type='html'>The little boxes still appear :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that I can't add emoji to blog posts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(                  &lt;br /&gt;:(                                                                                                       muchly so&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-653880712626364725?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/653880712626364725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=653880712626364725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/653880712626364725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/653880712626364725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/hm-ponders.html' title='Hm.... -ponders-'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-340056365591379217</id><published>2009-04-02T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:24:19.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!~</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated for quite a while~ &lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d87.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d1023.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d5.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d6.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d1063.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay &lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d80.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d145.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been tiring &lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d156.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d142.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d5.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d157.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like onigiri again &lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d1062.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I haven't had chocolate cake for a very long time &lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d1063.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d156.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d142.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d1023.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d138.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d152.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya~ &lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d88.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d87.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d140.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d1029.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d1.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d3.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d150.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d137.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d153.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~ &lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d87.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d153.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin-left: 1px;" src="http://i.yimg.jp/images/mail/emoji/15/ew_icon_d137.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-340056365591379217?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/340056365591379217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=340056365591379217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/340056365591379217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/340056365591379217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi.html' title='Hi!~'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-1669997662561113312</id><published>2009-03-10T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:26:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up</title><content type='html'>We drove the teacher out of the class today. She left for most of the period, after no one took her scolding seriously. Two of my classmates then took over the class. Needless to say, it was fairly amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, we really are just a bunch of delinquents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, we're not. Don't really know how to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I feel like having onigiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I haven't eaten it for a long time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-1669997662561113312?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1669997662561113312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=1669997662561113312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/1669997662561113312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/1669997662561113312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/giving-up.html' title='Giving Up'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-4090788996153905597</id><published>2009-02-03T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:12:05.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Things Galore...</title><content type='html'>Something really '...' happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We has our Chem Practical test and because I had a lot of things to carry (my calculator almost fell) I decided to continue wearing my lab coat till I got back to the class room. Anyway, as I walking walking up the stairs, I saw a trio of Indian girls walk past me in the opposite direction. Nothing weird, right? But one of them suddenly said 'you look pretty in a lab coat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I 'ahaha'ed then said 'do I know you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said 'oh. No. It's just that you do look pretty in a lab coat.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked her then rushed up the stairs in a fast but not too obviously fast manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who goes around complimenting complete strangers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange things have been happening to me lately, actually. Like my dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I had those swirly koropok (sp?) things. And I kept eating it and never got fat. Then I woke up hungry *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another strange thing was this white cat that I saw while walking on the school track at 6.45 a.m. yesterday. I got to the darkest area, the part that was near the forest outside my school, and the lights blinked off. I must have stood frozen there for at least 8 minutes. Then I saw this white cat padding towards me. It stopped a few feet away then just stared. It took... 5 minutes to 'disappear'. Anyway, I sort of ran all the way round the track and back in school 'cause I was kind of freaked =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-4090788996153905597?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4090788996153905597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=4090788996153905597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/4090788996153905597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/4090788996153905597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/creepy-things-galore.html' title='Creepy Things Galore...'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-5726920049026126110</id><published>2009-01-27T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:26:04.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I still want cake........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And, please rest well! Rest is important. You work better after some rest. Don't feel guilty about sleeping a while. It's better than falling ill and not being able to work at all. Then you would have wasted a day or more sleeping away your... illness instead of 3 to 5 hours of sleeping your stress away. People &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; get sick. You can't work well without rest, anyway. So there it's pointless to work if you don't rest. Because you wouldn't work well, if I'm making any sense at all... Anyway, don't get too stressed out or too tired or you'll end up sick. Sick people don't work well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm kind of repeating my point over and over again, I think... But I have kind of run out of things to say =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I still want cake!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-5726920049026126110?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5726920049026126110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=5726920049026126110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/5726920049026126110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/5726920049026126110'/><link 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arial;"&gt;BONES!~~ &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Made of plaster!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chocolate cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Though I rarely want other flavours other than chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel as though I haven't had cake for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cake!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-4647496820536956247?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-3840553310601912755</id><published>2008-12-25T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:19:26.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;And have a happy New Year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I would, at least, have a happy year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Merry Christmas, God Bless You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-3840553310601912755?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3840553310601912755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-2990133195501396512</id><published>2008-12-09T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:33:35.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Random Thought</title><content type='html'>Just a random thought (as I was searching for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gokusen&lt;/span&gt; 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fanfiction&lt;/span&gt;), all of Johnny's should stay off the Internet fan sites to preserve their sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gokusen&lt;/span&gt; 2 stories did not come out the way I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AkamePi&lt;/span&gt; (or so they say) is extremely shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stories are extremely shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;' loves '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;' who loves '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yamapi&lt;/span&gt;' who loves '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;' and all of them decide to spend the night together (in bed)????? I wonder just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;' who loves '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yamapi&lt;/span&gt;' who dislike each other because of '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always ends up the same way, with them in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Since we don't know them in person they're very much fictional to us - I mean... A lot of people do protest that they're just using the names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that goes to waste, however, when you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;AkamePi&lt;/span&gt; Forever~ &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cue a large picture of the three of them together]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind if the stories would just have a little more sense in them. Less senseless &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sex &lt;/span&gt;and more of a plot (bleh. I'm still childishly uncomfortable about using the 's--' word. Not that I mind being childishly uncomfortable about using the word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the usual '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Akame&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ''&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt;', I love you and will never leave you!' - '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;' -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And ''&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt;'!! I love you too and will never leave you!' - '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;' -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Yosh&lt;/span&gt;!! Let us get married and spend the night horny and gay!' - '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;' -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;''&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt;'!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;''&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt;'!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't these people at least write less cliche stories?? With an actual plot? I mean... Love is not all about rushing to do 'it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... I made it sound like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Gai&lt;/span&gt; and Lee. Don't get me wrong - I don't have anything against homosexuals. Really. Their sexual orientation doesn't bother me at all. It's their life after all. I have nothing to do with 'their life (quote)'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start ramble&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know why people shun the homosexuals. I mean.. Just because you're a guy who loves another guy in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that way&lt;/span&gt; does not mean that you are useless and weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like if you were a female and you loved another female in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that manner&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mean that you're all... different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... It's a person's private life. People shouldn't bother about a person's private life, because, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;private&lt;/span&gt;. And just as long as that private life does not get in the way of daily life and work, we don't have any right to bother with their private lives. I'm straight, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, who are we to define 'society norms'? I mean... if people wanted to, being homosexual could be the 'correct' thing to do and being straight could be the 'weird' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end ramble &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;there're&lt;/span&gt; those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;fics&lt;/span&gt; in which '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;' goes off with '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Yamapi&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;' finds out and feels betrayed - then '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Yamapi&lt;/span&gt;' does something bad to '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;' realises that the one he has loved all along was '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;' and they get married and disturbing etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the White &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;X'mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;PV&lt;/span&gt; came out, some fans even think that '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;' was the one that '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;' was waiting for and that '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;' was wondering, in his salt covered car, if he should go to '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;' because his heart was still with the girl whom he had broken up with (that was what the ring was for, I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glimpsed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;fanfic&lt;/span&gt; like that before! I'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that the car wasn't covered in salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Fangirls&lt;/span&gt; are scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;fangirls&lt;/span&gt; are scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;fangirl&lt;/span&gt; them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have you ever wondered why some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;homophobics&lt;/span&gt; don't mind if it's two famous males (example &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;) knocking each other up but get totally grossed out when two normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-famous males hold hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met and communicated with a person like that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was - is a homophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;yaoi&lt;/span&gt; fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a NEWS fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't mind if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Yamapi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;? I think that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;. were gay for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, quoting her, it would be a totally hot relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-2990133195501396512?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2990133195501396512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=2990133195501396512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/2990133195501396512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/2990133195501396512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-random-thought.html' title='Just a Random Thought'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-9158153017512778902</id><published>2008-12-05T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:19:15.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Some Time</title><content type='html'>Hey there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated for quite a while. But I've been pretty busy lately. I'm free (mostly) now though &lt;img src="http://je.kimi-no-koe.net/jweb/wordpress/wp-includes/images/smilies/th_1841-1.gif" alt=":uparrow:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; My concert's done with and over. It was yesterday. I messed up a little, I think &lt;img src="http://je.kimi-no-koe.net/jweb/wordpress/wp-includes/images/smilies/th_1951-1.gif" alt=":downarrow:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; Thanks for coming to watch, Mom, Jie &lt;img src="http://je.kimi-no-koe.net/jweb/wordpress/wp-includes/images/smilies/th_801.gif" alt=":heart:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had about 30 or so hours of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found emoticons (emoji)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still kinda feel like having cake&lt;img goomoji="962" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;メィッサ&lt;img src="http://je.kimi-no-koe.net/jweb/wordpress/wp-includes/images/smilies/th_1841-1.gif" alt=":uparrow:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-9158153017512778902?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/9158153017512778902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=9158153017512778902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/9158153017512778902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/9158153017512778902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-some-time.html' title='After Some Time'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-318898676107719611</id><published>2008-11-27T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:51:07.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quiz Thing (I seem to be doing that a lot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another quiz thing that I found. 100 questions?? How do the guests in the Cartoon KAT-TUN episodes do it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What's the connection between you &amp;amp; the last person that called you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love :P It bonds us all (my mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my music videos (and phone things in general) don't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What happened yesterday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hm... My night starts at about 8p.m. Well, I was in my sister's room watching videos. We colour-coded Don't U Ever Stop... I took a shower... I went to bed listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt; sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I finally realized that the streams of liquid rolling down my face wasn't sweat, rain or the water from my hair dripping on my face - the result of my last shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bread. Want some?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just my family, which I already have, technically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd rather not an umbrella when I walk in the rain. Unless I'm carrying important items. I carry damp clothes most of the time. But it doesn't rain often, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favorite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shorts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whats the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have messages in my inbox. I have them in folders. And my folders aren't in my inbox. So I don't have the correct requirements for this question &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make relationships complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depends on the relationship. But I do sometimes. It makes it more interesting. Just as long as it's something that can definitely be solved. 110%. If the relationship matters, that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spirited Away. It was easy enough to catch. It just stays still... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't have any messages in my inbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Face - KAT-TUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not any that my classmates use. Um... I have too many to count :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received text message say? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. It actually looked like him? Cool! - my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 + (I had an exam today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm feeling neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depends on what it is that I need advice for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't like whipped cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night? No one.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bug on my table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What/Who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;X'mas&lt;/span&gt; (for reasons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are those? Well, I doubt that I wear them if I don't even know what they are... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's still beating. It should be intact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When they fit my list of '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things in a Person that Annoy me&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, but I would sure like to crush the bug on my table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In medication prescribed by the doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It has a very peaceful feel to it now... So... any colour that you think seems to give off a peaceful aura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, because the consequences would be worth more than a billion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying "talk is cheap"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep. Doesn't cost much to say something. Most of the time. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lay in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What do you want to say to the person you have a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, but I do have pink and purple-spotted doughnuts coated in the most deadly poison that you can find and KAT-TUN performing the Queen of Pirates concert kitchen while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nakamaru&lt;/span&gt; bungee jumps from my fan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt; cooks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Koki's&lt;/span&gt; hat in a pan on his head (while he has his 'hot' hair :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever thought someone died, when they really didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mufasa&lt;/span&gt;? from Lion King after he fell off the cliff. I thought that they killed a lion for that. I was a kid... Ah... The nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hibari&lt;/span&gt; eating a pineapple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I was with my sister, a couple of hours ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes. In no positive ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Ciel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't it hurt to walk with your eyes, whether opened or closed? I've never seen it done. But personally, I walk with my legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want someone for a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, and I still am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bozu&lt;/span&gt;-Chan. I should, but dinner's coming out soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11.00pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep. I'm pretty happy that it isn't there to distract me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What song describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell, No - KAT-TUN (for now. I'd like to get married someday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I'm sure that we'll find out eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Are you blond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doesn't suit my skin tone. Have you ever wondered why blonds are always called 'stupid'? I mean... I'm sure that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;there're&lt;/span&gt; smart blonds somewhere in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Whats your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genius (kidding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Learning things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me. Except that I'm a 'who'. Not a 'what'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the person isn't dying him/herself, my loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Various places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dad till he comes home tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. If you've to choose between friend &amp;amp; love, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family. Wait... That isn't one of the options?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Various things - did I ever tell you that I can multi-task very well? I can type, listen to KAT-TUN, breathe, blink, and work all the organs in my body all at once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;RGP&lt;/span&gt; (Really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Girly&lt;/span&gt; (physically) Place... Hm... That doesn't fit. My current school is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;girlier&lt;/span&gt; [attitude wise]) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colour #1, #2, and #3. I like a lot of colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depends on the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What is life to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is something that God let me have the opportunity to enjoy. I'm glad to be alive. There are many things that I'd like to do... I'm sure that most people are happy to be alive too. And even those who aren't, I'm sure that you'll find happiness someday. It's only there if you allow yourself to find it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignore it and wait for it to pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melody. And it's '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My family? I do love them the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;April. Maybe that's why I like rain~ (April showers bring May flowers) :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neutral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6.30 p.m. It won't be once I'm done with the quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a very peaceful, quiet place in which I can enjoy myself in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had to dye it temporarily brown for a school skit once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I don't have anything else to do at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignore the feeling and be grumpier than usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age you wish to get marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;whoever's&lt;/span&gt; right for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is most important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sufficient&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My family, but I don't tell them everything that happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the sun out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To have never an infinite amount of wishes granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spend time with worth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, yes. You should, and I will, love my family forever. And Mr. Right if he's out there. If he's 'right', I should love him forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What do you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many things. My family's at the top of my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think its Global Warming now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is getting warmer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What feeling you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not at all. Only certain ones. True friends, anyway, are very hard to find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do question my faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My family and whoever wishes to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Do you hate this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still doing it, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;97. What have you regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I regret many things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your stead two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd ignore it. And him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Who would u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sabo&lt;/span&gt; next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is 'you' really all that difficult to type? And 'sabotage', right? I don't have anyone in mind right now. And my pranks backfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must take a really long time for each guest to complete the hundred questions.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-318898676107719611?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/318898676107719611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=318898676107719611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/318898676107719611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/318898676107719611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-quiz-thing-i-seem-to-be-doing.html' title='Another Quiz Thing (I seem to be doing that a lot)'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-5976033163080394589</id><published>2008-11-27T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:22:53.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>Ah... I had a generally enjoyable day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with your family makes your day pretty often. I went out with my mom for lunch after my guitar exam and some errands today. Needless to say, I enjoyed it. I don't really get much of a chance to go out with my mom like that. She's been busy with meetings. But there are times when I turn down an invitation handed to me on a silver platter because I was feeling lazy that day. Hmm... I shouldn't do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we still have family dinners though, pretty often too. Practically every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice, isn't it? Being able to spend time with your loved ones. It just makes you (I think) feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like when I spend time with my sister - I enjoy myself almost all the time. Talking, singing... Being crazy (speaking of which, she... I... We... still need to stand under the street lights and howl 'under the street lights... hanarete mo... Tatta hitotsu...' I think that I've gotten my point across) and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom too. Whether I'm just talking to her, shopping with her, learning things from her or making crazy jokes and 'skits' with her and my sister etc., I enjoy myself all the time. 10 minutes spent with my family can't beat the one year that I spent with my 'friends' in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad. Skating, playing around, shopping for books, having lunch together or cracking jokes about other people etc., I enjoy myself greatly too. Having a family just makes you feel so happy. It's really a great thing, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to conclude my post today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, Jie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always being there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-5976033163080394589?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5976033163080394589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=5976033163080394589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/5976033163080394589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/5976033163080394589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-6450071228125458404</id><published>2008-11-26T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:30:38.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clumsy Like Dino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I forgot to add this in yesterday's post. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SHOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was too much, so I couldn't remember ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acted in a very Dino-like way yesterday while waiting for my extra lessons to start. I went down to the vending machine at the canteen, wanting to buy myself a drink. I was short of 10 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my wallet, hoping to find ten cents so that I could purchase my drink, but as I was doing that, my new 'stash (there were only four tablets)' of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;panadol&lt;/span&gt; fell out of my wallet and onto my shoe. Following which, it bounced off the toe of my shoe and under the vending machine. I just froze and gaped. Passers-by laughed. I crouched down to attempt to retrieve my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;panadol&lt;/span&gt; from under the machine and found it way out of reach. So I gave up and started to stand. Then promptly hit my head on the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as I started to head to class, my foot got caught in this metal signboard thing and I collapsed it. Then as I bent down to pick it up, my file fell out of my partially unzipped bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I straightened the metal signboard thing and continued heading to class. I walked into a pillar while looking at the ceiling and wondering why it was designed that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get into class after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... Clumsy alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... I had more classes today. I just decided that I really hate music stands. They're troublesome and painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... Speaking of Dino, I wonder when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TYL&lt;/span&gt;!Dino is going to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-6450071228125458404?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6450071228125458404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=6450071228125458404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/6450071228125458404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/6450071228125458404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/clumsy-like-dino.html' title='Clumsy Like Dino'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-2638808650773899505</id><published>2008-11-25T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:05:13.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>メィッサSHOCK!</title><content type='html'>I borrowed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Akira's&lt;/span&gt; quote there... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I feel like watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kurosagi&lt;/span&gt; now. Ah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yamapi&lt;/span&gt; is cool in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kurosagi&lt;/span&gt;. He's kinda like a closet F (feeling) though. He seems really sensitive as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kurosagi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. As in... Doesn't he cry pretty easily? Ah well, if I were reminded of my murdered family by this annoying, interfering girl I'd feel the same way and might cry too. Or tear. But definitely not in front of her. Or in front of anyone, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;メィッサSHOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That was what I was saying alright. Well, the reason for my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOCK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody (same reason, need I say it again?) sent me a message on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; (we can actually hold a civil conversation even after what happened. I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ed again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ahahah&lt;/span&gt;.. Anyway, the class posting results came out, and guess what? I'm stuck in the same class as her!! Again!! As in... Cara, who scored 0.0something marks lower than me got placed in a different class. And Melody, who scored 3+ marks lower than I did, got placed in the same class!!! Is this my teacher's idea of a joke?? Is this destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! This is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;!!! I mean... How am I going to stand being in the same class as her after what happened? Then, to avoid being too awkward, I suggested that we start over. She refused, because the class posting was apparently 'not confirmed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, it sort of is confirmed. It's not confirmed... in a situation in which new students should enter the school, and old students leave. They wouldn't dig the students that they've already placed out of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was looking forward to having Cara in the same class as I next year! I wouldn't even mind Daniele!!! Cara is one of the nicest people that I've met in school - she's fun to hang around with and she promised that she'd crush me in Literature and English next year (never!~)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed that the class postings can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MELODY &lt;/span&gt;of all people? And my class next year seems to be full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SFJs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, would I be able to survive school with this awkward tension constantly hanging in the air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhetorical question. I already know the answer and solution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I only have one thing to say to conclude this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-everyone is sitting right at the edge of their seats!~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ooohh&lt;/span&gt;!~ What is メィッサ going to show us?~ And here she goes! Here she goes! Her fingers are a-ready on the keyboard!~ What on earth is she going to type?? The crowd is in suspense... The crowd is nervous!! The crowd is anxious! the crowd is exited! The crowd isn't there!~ And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;heeeeerrrrreeee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;iiiiittttt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;iiiiiisssss&lt;/span&gt;!!~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;メィッサ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(still)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOCK &lt;/span&gt;belongs to our one and only Kusano Akira.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-2638808650773899505?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2638808650773899505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=2638808650773899505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/2638808650773899505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/2638808650773899505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/shock.html' title='メィッサSHOCK!'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-450820058025600674</id><published>2008-11-25T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:12:38.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Quiz Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I found this on Melody's (same reason) blog again. Why am I always visiting her blog? Ah... It's because I'm bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Type your name with your:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fingers&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl Who is Bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;You serious? Do you know who dirty a keyboard is??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One finger, eyes closed&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl Who is Bored (Wao. I actually got it correct. With caps in the right places too... [I caps locked it]) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elbow&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gtirik who is bire4e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There're so many germs on on keyboard. Has anyone tried swabbing it before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palm&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giulerl who is boiredc (Ahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 fandoms you have:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katekyo Hitman Reborn!&lt;br /&gt;Gokusen&lt;br /&gt;Death Note&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? Naruto? Do those count as fandoms? What exactly is the definition of a fandom? Do you have to be a huge fan of the fandom before it's considered a fandom? Also, why four? Why not list out all the fandoms that you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever slept at the back of a car?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, but I have slept in a room in that pretty, pretty castle in the sky before (yes. I have slept in a car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you recently dyed your hair or cut it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the definition of 'recent' supposed to be? Yesterday? One week ago? One month ago? Please be more specific!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List 4 people you look up to the most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look up to a lot of people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many pets do you own as of now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two's the charm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you prefer white or black?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White. White is a really pure colour, see? Black is... dark in a way. I like both colours, but white seems more innocent. What defines a pure colour anyway...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your most played character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me. Do I count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose one or the other, not both:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Being stuck on an island with a friend&lt;br /&gt;-Being stuck on an island with 5 acquaintances who says i will be stuck on an island anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The grammar is pretty horrid. I'd rather not be stuck on an island at all. But if I had to choose, I'd choose the second option. The one with the bad grammar and punctuation. Because I don't care much for my acquaintances. So they won't bother me, and I'd be left in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can think clearly when I have peace. So I'd be able to figure out a solution that would get me OFF the island, and I can get off the island without worrying about hindrances. Like the friend, for example. I'd have to make sure that my escape plan includes the friend so that it'd (the friend is genderless) be saved as well. Because abandoning your friends is not a nice thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's despicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I were to have the acquaintances, I don't actually need to include them. Oh sure, it'd be good if everyone gets saved. But technically, you only need one person off the island so that said person can all for help and everyone would be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, if you were to do that when you're with a friend, you'd worry about the friend being eaten by wild animals and things like that. Or getting boiled in a cauldron by some tribe living on the island. It happens a lot in cartoons, doesn't it? Like Bugs Bunny. Or Tom and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why the first option is troublesome... Anyway, just to avoid that situation, I'll avoid all boats and means of water transport ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name three aspects that tell who you are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- I've never thought about it before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Ditto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Ditto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could have a power what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never thought about it before... Well, I'd like to have freedom anytime I want, I suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;My maid. There's this thing about the word 'maid' that doesn't really sound right somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you said "I love you" to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dad. This morning before he went off to work. Then my mom before that... Before she went off to work. Saying 'I love you' to your loved one is important though. Because you'll never know if you'd have a chance to say it next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write down the first five words that pop into your head:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Aishiteru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arigato&lt;br /&gt;- Ramen&lt;br /&gt;- Soba&lt;br /&gt;- Ice-lemon tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's one thing you wish you could do better?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, there are a lot of things that I want to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like the way you are?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are things that I'd like to change, and things that I'd prefer remain the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose: Summer or Winter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter. Don't like heat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose: Rain or Snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like both a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Water or ice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like both. It depends on my mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List one odd thing about yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a lot of quirks that I'd rather not disclose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are two of your bad habits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most of my bad habits are listed in the profile of an INTP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-450820058025600674?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/450820058025600674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=450820058025600674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/450820058025600674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/450820058025600674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-quiz-things.html' title='More Quiz Things'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-5456015810562670919</id><published>2008-11-13T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:22:09.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Past Few Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was pretty fun - at least, it was fun till 8...? p.m. Then all the fun went 'bye bye'. Before I talk (blog... Type...) about depressing things, I'd like to talk about the fun things first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday... What happened yesterday...? Ah! I had Chinese tuition. My teacher has a knack for sending amusing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SMSes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to me. For example, '好奇怪，昨晚我梦见你把我的功课做好了，我的梦见是真的吗？'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Translation, 'How odd, yesterday I dreamt that you completed my homework (she means the homework that she set for me to do - tuition homework), is my dream real?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That cracked me up a fair bit. Sadly, her dream did not come true. I only completed half my tuition homework in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The day before my tuition, she sent me another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. 'See you and homework tomorrow'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She saw me and half her homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My sister 'kidnapped' me yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. She needed my help to bring her projects over to school, so I took a taxi with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I met one of her friends, a fellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;INTJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, apparently. She's quite nice. We had tea, and headed back . Dad fetched us because it was raining very heavily. I kinda wish that we could head back on our own though. I like the rain. It's nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, my sister had to leave for class around half and hour later. I walked her out. One, because I didn't want her to get wet, and two, because I like the rain. That's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As we were crossing the overhead bridge, there was this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;freakishly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; loud thunderclap and a bright flash of lightning that literally split the sky open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I went home safely ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The trouble... It all started after I had eaten my dinner and had logged on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Honestly, describing what happened is too, too stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Whatever the case, I never knew that it would hit me so hard. I woke up with swollen eyes today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ah well, I suppose that there's nothing more that I can do about it. A broken friendships, after all, is not something that I can repair without help anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Drats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;... '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;' is floating somewhere within the depths of my mind waiting to be written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kizuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; is not helping. Especially when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kame's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; singing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-5456015810562670919?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5456015810562670919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=5456015810562670919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/5456015810562670919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/5456015810562670919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-past-few-days.html' title='For the Past Few Days'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-5906536515750417178</id><published>2008-11-06T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:22:41.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Little Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I found this on Cara's blog, and I found it... ... ... um... I decided that it was an escape from my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh, so fun and enjoyable life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Don't get me wrong. Life is fun. Just not right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Right... So, I'm supposed to scroll through my songs and answer? Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ANSWER &lt;/span&gt;     COMMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Nickname -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; The Black Pearl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; - That's a pretty cool nickname. It makes me sound like some ninja thing. Or some dangerous person... Haha. It's cool anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.Feelings -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Affection &lt;/span&gt;- Is that supposed to have some deep, obscure meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.Fav Food -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Fall In This Place&lt;/span&gt; - Ah... But that 'place' is still blank, no? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.Fav subject-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; One on One&lt;/span&gt; - One on one... Fighting? Cool...! Just as long as it's not one on one ~add subject here~ tuition. Haha. One on one can mean so many things. And I'm not going to list them all. I'll stick to fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.Crazy Thing -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Kizuna&lt;/span&gt; - There's nothing crazy about that. Or maybe, it's a bond in love or something. That's pretty crazy. Sometimes in a good way and sometimes in a bad way. And friendship bonds are pretty crazy too. Fun crazy, I suppose. But that's just friendship. The word bond doesn't have to be there. Then again, a friendship is a bond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm rambling now, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.Age- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Will Be Alright&lt;/span&gt; - That's a good thing, right? So... I'm going to live long? Hm... I have a lot of Japanese songs in my computer. *eye smile* Yay! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Religion -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 'Til the Dawn &lt;/span&gt;- Should questions concerning 'religion' be in here? It's pretty disrespectful, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.Fav Place -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Someday for Somebody&lt;/span&gt; - I like the song, but this doesn't really make much sense... My favourite place is someday for somebody? Oooh! Maybe it means that I'm destined to watch Kame dance at the Cartoon KAT-TUN II You concert! Well... It's already over... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.Last Tagged- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rhodesia&lt;/span&gt; - Whatever that it supposed to mean. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.Loved One - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Get Up&lt;/span&gt; - Hm... the relationship between me and my loved ones is going on fine. Maybe it means that one of my loved ones would wake me up tomorrow? Haha. I don't think that I'm making much sense. I wake up to Yorokobi no Uta now. It's pretty effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-5906536515750417178?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5906536515750417178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=5906536515750417178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/5906536515750417178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/5906536515750417178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/silly-little-thing.html' title='Silly Little Thing...'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-7441929384380922182</id><published>2008-11-05T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:23:00.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a Meal ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am aware that this is my second post today. But I am bored. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The fish and chips meal was very nice. Not the best fish and chips that I've tasted so far though. We, my sister and I, were singing KAT-TUN while waiting for our order. Real Face is a great song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sigh... Now I have more calories to burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's only 4.54p.m. now. Time flies when you're bored too. I kinda miss school. Not much though. Our class held this party on Thursday, 30/10/08. Quite a number of people turned up. 23 out of 32 [the numbers are flipped! Cool! Is this.... Destiny?]. I ran all the way to Melody's house because she was RUSHING me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Get here as soon as you can!" said she. And when I got to the barbeque pit, guess what? She wasn't there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I saw this small dog, and though people told me to stay away from it because it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;barked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (what in the world is wrong with them?) I decided to play with it (since I'm a dog person) while I thought of how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; should be barbequed. I mean... I brought charcoal, fire-starters and a pair of tongs and I rushed over because of the urgency in Melody's voice. Stupid, stupid me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the dog took a liking to me. Too much of a liking, really, if you get what I mean. It started barking when I shook it off. It didn't leave me alone for half and hour. Or 45 minutes. It found a new love interest - one of my other classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Speaking of which, I had quite a lot of exercise 'playing' with the dog. It'll lunge for me and I'd dodge or bounce out of the way. Despite it's horny-ness, it was quite fun to play with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;15 minutes after I started playing, I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Strolling along with nary a care in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Oh... Hi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Melody, you are such an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The party was quite boring, really. I hardly ate. Poison from unhygienic food's a dangerous thing. I ate before I attended the barbeque ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had this really odd dream about clocks yesterday. I wonder if it means something. Maybe it was just the MacDonalds I had before bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Or does it signify my obsession with time? I doubt it. I'm not all that obsessed with time. Ah well... The dream went like this (it's in italics):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was walking along a bridge when I heard a church bell ring 12 times. I got really panicked, so I ran off the bridge and towards the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the church and looked around. Clocks were everywhere. The ceiling was a giant clock and surrounding the giant clock was a ring of smaller clocks of different designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock in the middle, the giant one, was rimmed in gold and had a painting depicting each number. The hands of the clock were spinning very fast. Just round and round and round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other smaller clocks surrounding the giant clocks, though of different designs, all had the same picture in the middle, though presented in different manners. None of the clocks were telling the time. All of them just had the hands spinning around madly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another clock on a podium. It was made out of crystal and lined with gold. It was the only clock that told the time. It was 12. Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the church bell neared the 12th ring, the whole place became very dark. And on the final ring of the bell, clocks came in from all directions. They made a ring around me, don't know how that is possible, but they did so anyway. Each clock came attached with a candle. Half the clocks were black in colour and the other half of clocks were white in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the clocks started to say something, but I only caught a 'time is' before loud rock music filled the place and they suddenly started singing 'aishiteru... Aishiteru... Sono igai... mitsukaranai... Aishiteru... Aishiteru... Iki saki wo... Doko de-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;' The hands on the ceiling clocks started spinning faster and lots of light started pouring from the clocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I woke up then. My sister's alarm clock was ringing. I woke up to that song quite a number of times, and when it finally stopped, I was starting to dream of the church bell thing again. Except that it rang once and sang 'daijoubu dayo miagere-' I woke up and switched my own alarm off. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's about it for the dream. A little silly, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm going to stop blogging now to find out what happened to my music videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-7441929384380922182?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7441929384380922182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=7441929384380922182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/7441929384380922182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/7441929384380922182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-meal.html' title='After a Meal ^_^'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091296766875711323.post-5491053295191233144</id><published>2008-11-05T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:07:51.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note the Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm starting to run out of things to do. At least, things that happen to peak my interest at a particular time and moment. I mean... I have a lot of things that I want to do. Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) learning the dance for Don't U Ever Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) learning how to write hiragana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) learning how to sing better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) learning how to body wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) improving my grammar - it's been steadily deteriorating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) completing my snapshots of the moves from the second part of the dance from Don't U Ever Stop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and many more. I just can't seem to find the energy to do all those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally cleared the mess in my room. It feels good, to finally sit in a dustless and mess-less room. I should write a to-do list. Maybe I'd finally get to doing the things that I want to do - want. Not need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to exercise. I've been eating a lot lately and I have not burning all those calories away. I'll get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; soon at this rate. And it'll be hard to lose once I am. I should eat a lot, but exercise a lot too. That way, I can enjoy all my snacks and food and second lunches and second breakfasts and suppers without getting fat. I've gained a little weight, but I'm still in the healthy range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I'm rambling, aren't I? About weight and health no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry now. My sister just offered fish and chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food's more important than blogging, ne? Therefore, I shall stop to pursue my fish and chips! Technically, it's my sister's too. We're sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuttttt, I'm supposed to be watching my weight, anyway. Haha. To heck with that for now. My stomach calls. Or yells. I think that 'yell' is closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear stomach! We shall quench our thirst for FOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091296766875711323-5491053295191233144?l=unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5491053295191233144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091296766875711323&amp;postID=5491053295191233144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/5491053295191233144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091296766875711323/posts/default/5491053295191233144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unforgettable---memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/note-boredom.html' title='Note the Boredom'/><author><name>メィッサ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06883664162066412146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
